4 Unexpected Meeting (1/2)

Lying on the ground with sweat pouring down his head, Magna groaned and said, ”Why… is that thing… so… HEAVY!!!”

In a fas.h.i.+on appropriate to his physical age, Magna started pouting while breathing heavily. On the ground was the Windmill shuriken he transformed while marks could be seen behind it that lead in a straight line for about 5 meters.

After dropping the shuriken, Magna attempted to drag it along with him. However, his arms ended up giving out as the weapon was too heavy for him.

Glaring at the shuriken for a second, Magna just sighed and muttered, ”Release.”

A cloud of smoke covered the weapon before disappearing a second later, revealing a bloodstained rock.

Picking up the rock with his slightly sore arms, Magna stared at it for a second before tossing it in his pocket.

As he looked at his surroundings, Magna notice something very concerning. The sun had started to set. Magna knew from his memories that the grimm become more active and violent at night.

Immediately, Magna sprung to his feet and took off into the forest. He remembered the ruins of a village that he pa.s.sed by and wanted to hide in them, at least until sunrise.

While running, Magna thought about how he messed up the transformation earlier. According to the memories he gained, the jutsu from earlier is a semi-transformation that allows an object to gain the appearance of a windmill shuriken while keeping the original objects weight.

Somehow, Magna managed transform not only the object but the weight as well, causing the failure. As he ran, Magna realised that he needs to practice and learn how to control his abilities, their uses and their restrictions, unless he plans to find them out in battle where a single moment could cost him his life.

After running for awhile, Magna finally arrived at the ruins. A sense of despair washed over him as a sickening thought appeared in the back of his mind.

'What if… this is what remains of my village?'

Magna quickly shook the thought from his head and started walking into the ruins. Everywhere he looked, the only thing he saw were destroyed houses, ash and dust.

Arriving at the most intact house, Magna slowly opened the door and muttered, ”h.e.l.lo… anybody here?”

All he got in reply was a mouthful of dust, sending him into a coughing fit.

Magna quietly walked over to the corner of the room and sat there. Blankets, clothes and curtains littered the floor around him. Shaking the dust off a couple blankets and some clothes, Magna set up a makes.h.i.+ft bed and crawled inside it.

Outside, the sun had already set and the night began. For the first time since he awoke in this strange world, Magna started s.h.i.+vering in fear. He desperately tried to hold back his tears, in fear of alerting any grimm outside. Luckily, he managed to fall asleep rather quickly as the mental fatigue finally got to him.

The next morning, Magna was sleeping soundly in his makes.h.i.+ft bed when the sound of the door awoke him. Startled, Magna shot up from his bed and ducked behind a wall while watching the door.

Suddenly, a gentle and childish voice muttered, ”Big sis… I'm hungry…”

A cute and adorable young girl with white hair and sapphire eyes walked in. She wore nothing but patched up rags and seemed to have a small limp. Surprisingly, atop her head were a pair of wolf-like ears while a large and poofy white tail wagged behind her.