Re: Blood and Iron-Chapter 445: The Pagentry of Peace

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The Olympic Games and Germany's domination within them had an equally resounding effect across the world, as their overwhelming victory during the Great War had been two years prior.

Germany was no longer just a highly militarized industrial state… No, it was an empire who reigned supreme and sovereign during times of war and peace alike. And those athletes who gained their medals, regardless of what tint they were made of? They were paraded as national heroes.

If soldiers and generals like Bruno were heralded as the men who defended the fatherland from the barbarians at the gates, then these athletes were lauded with the prestige and affection reserved for those cultural guardians.

Radio interviews, newspaper advertisements, propaganda leaflets distributed across the city, the men and women who had brought home the gold, the silver, and the bronze for nearly every competition were plastered everywhere.

Profit was to be made off of their prowess, and make no mistake these athletes were buying into it, within legal grounds of course. Nevertheless, the most talked about athletes were Germany's boxers, kickboxers, and wrestlers. Sure, the fencer, archers, and marksman had their highlight as well above the other non-combat related sports.

But few could forget the way Germany's sons had battered and bruised the competition with not just sheer brutality and resilience, but elegance and precision. These were men who stood in front of their opponents and remained completely unable to be hit, while throwing their own weapons right back in a way that was damn near imperceptible to the men they were fighting.

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It was a testament of evolution, not only of the body and mind of these fighters, but of their style and technique. In 1918, boxing, and wrestling were crude, inefficient, brawlers throwing bare gloves hands at each other seeing who was left standing at the end.

But Germany's combat sports program? That was Bruno's brainchild—and the modern world hadn't seen anything like it. The sport had metamorphosed from its initial barbaric form which resembled Lethwei when Bruno introduced it in the 1900s, to a fully modern K-1 style rule set, which required athletes to wear protection in the forms of properly sized and rated gloves, mouth guards, and cups.

Kickboxing was heavily highlighted in the press, the modern version of the sport, the one integrated into the 1918 Olympics was an invention of Germany, and its fighters were a particularly fearsome archetype of the infamous Dutch Style from Bruno's past life.

Lining up powerful low kicks and body kicks with their hands, while always searching for an aggressive knockout with their upper body. It had devastated the competition, of which only those fighters from Thailand really had an answer, and even then the traditional Thai rules were restricted by the lack of elbows and heavy clinch fighting that the Olympic Committee had prohibited.

Currently, the gold medalists of the different Kickboxing Weight classes were posing for photos with powerful figures from the German Reich. The three primary of which were Wilhelm, Bruno, and Franz Joseph. Each of which were dressed in civilian attire, but with their greatest medals earned pinned to their chests.

Despite having created a new order of chivalry for the Grand Principality of Tyrol, and its most deserved citizens. Bruno did not award himself with the Order of the Tyrolean Lion. It was an order whose identity was based upon the new moniker he had been granted by friends and rivals alike after he was granted dominion over Tyrol.

Bruno felt that only the medals he had been granted by those above him, for deeds he performed in battle, mattered. And thus, despite no longer being a Hungarian nobleman, he still proudly wore the sash and chain of office of the Royal Order of Saint Stephen of Hungary. Of which he was still technically the Grand Master of.

It paired nicely with both his German military uniform and his expertly tailored tailcoat for civilian gatherings such as this. When Bruno posed for photographs with the gold medalists of the German Reich, he couldn't help but hear one of them whisper to him in between the shots.

"You know, my brother owes you his life… He says the only reason he is alive right now, is because in Italy you gave him the rest he needed to actively keep his wits about him the next day when the Italians charged his position. And he says you did it by taking his spot on watch for the night… I should be giving you this medal right now as thanks."

Bruno smiled for the cameras as he shook the man's hand, before telling him in between the flashes how he felt.

"I did what any leader ought to do in the field of battle. I looked after the men under me, as if they were my own sons. And because I was fulfilling my duty to them as their commander, I need no special thanks.

That medal is as yours by right of merit, as this sash is mine. And you should not be so willing to give away the fruits of your excellence, not as a gratitude, not for monetary compensation, and sure as hell not for the love of a woman, unless the alternative is destitution or ruin.

Be proud of what you accomplished, for yourself, your family, and your nation. And say nothing more, because your brother and I did the same in Italy. And I doubt he would want you to give away that which you have earned himself on his behalf.

Now, how about after these damned festivities for the sake of the cameras are over, you call up your brother and the three of us to have a drink together? I would very much like to know what he is up to now that the war is over, and his life is his again."

The kickboxer was stunned beyond words by what Bruno had said, and by the way he expressed his dreads towards the spotlight granted toward them, and the offer given afterward, he could tell Bruno wasn't being polite for publicity's sake, but was genuinely offering a chance to drink together as equals.

It was so absurd; he dared not believe it. But even so, he deeply desired to burden Bruno with his acceptance, and because of this, he was about to say yes when Bruno made it official for the man so that he wouldn't have to.

"It's settled then. Come find me after these vultures have buzzed off, and I'll take you to a place with history. I'm sure you and your brother will enjoy it."

After this, Bruno walked off, leaving the athlete in complete and total disarray. It would not be until later when he called his older brother and told him what happened, that he realized Bruno was not bluffing in the slightest and was indeed waiting for his return once the propaganda had been concluded for the day.

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