9 School in Session (1/2)

Draig hit the ground again but used his hands to launch himself into the air avoiding a critical blow to his head but he soon realized his mistake when a fist appeared from a rift and sent him plummeting towards the waiting Zarra.

”Kid it's been a week and your still falling for such amateur tactics” called Zarra as he punted Draig into the wall of the farm

It was just as Zarra had said, him and Draig had been doing this for a week already and without sleep at that. The excuse being that in a life or death situation if he was deep inside one of the other planes being hunted he wouldn't have time to sleep.

It was something he hadn't understood at first but he finally knew where these other races came from. The way Zarra had explained it was there were four planes that were known, the Holy Plane where light races came from such as elves, the Mortal Plane where the normal races came from, the Nether Plane where dark races resided, and finally the Human Plane where they currently were.

The history Zarra told him was splotchy at best, the response was that history wouldn't help him survive.

”It's not like I can fight against something like that easily” muttered Draig

”Now brat go over what you have learned today” said Zarra leaning on his staff

”Leveling does not depend what stage your system is at, to survive more than brute strength is needed” said Draig but was interrupted

”Unless?” asked Zarra

”Unless you have absolute strength” answered Draig glaring at Zarra accusingly

”Now continue” said Zarra with a cheeky smile, he would be lying if he said he wasn't having fun.

'This is how it should've been all along' thought Zarra with a distant look

”Now seriously what else have you learned” asked Zarra

”I need to become stronger if I wish to match the other Vampire's and undead” answered Draig

”Do you know why your doing this training now” asked Zarra with a serious look

”For the Planes competition” responded Draig with a pondering look

”What is it leech brat” asked Zarra