112 Not my Avatar pt6: Breaking History (1/2)

A week had passed since Draig had escaped and reclaimed his things, his intent was to return to the city where he had arrived and see if he could gather information on a smith that could forge him a true blade. However it was quite the journey as he recalled it had taken around two weeks for him to arrive at the capital by carriage thus it would take him some time before he arrived there by foot.

Casually strolling down the dirt road Draig seemed to be distracted though it was uncertain what could possibly trouble the Feratu with his freedom regained. Draig seemed to have come to a decision though as he stopped in the middle of the road and began stretching, it seemed odd and any that would have seen him would have thought the same.

'It'll be good to get the blood pumping after so long' thought Draig as he tightened the strap of his Rapier and his satchel.

Draig suddenly sprinted off with an impressive display of speed for someone of his power as seen by the small trail of dust that was being kicked up as he sprinted, however it seemed the Feratu had indeed fallen out of practice as he felt it getting harder to breathe and sweat began trickling down his face.

'Damn... me...' thought Draig as he stopped and attempted to catch his breath.

It truly seemed that Draig would have to make an effort of training his body, he had been more of a mage type in his previous world due to the origins of his class but now he didn't have a choice but to attempt reaching peak physical performance or he would surely die in the future. The reason being that as far as he knew Deva didn't have any type of magic to them which left him with a sword that he hadn't forged yet and a sword that couldn't cut.

Slowly his breathing calmed down and Draig gained a bit of determination in his gaze as he sprinted again but this time he held no intention of stopping, he was Feratu. Though it may mean nothing in this world it still meant something to Draig, thus Draig ran. He ran until he felt as if his muscles were burning but still he didn't stop until a whole day had passed and then he laid on the ground swallowing huge gulps of air as he felt the burning sensation and exhaustion in his muscles slowly subside.

He didn't know how much longer it would take him to reach the City where the Kori clan resided but he was certain he had taken a great chunk out of his journey but still he was only taking a short break.

'I should be able to reach the Kori clan in at most two more days, then I'll be able to gather the information I need' thought Draig as he thought about the numerous swords sitting in his containment runes, to him it was only a fair trade that he break the History of the Imperial family.

The swords were clearly made of rare materials some of which he was certain were only accessible through robbing Grave Swords, this was the reason the Emperor had told him and even the Man's own sword was a Grave sword robbed from a deceased Deva. Draig stood up and continued his journey hoping that nothing would happen during this time.

In the palace though it seemed Akio was still thinking of something to use against Draig, in the throne room a major difference could be seen and that was the numerous thrones circling the room. It appeared the the Heirs had settled for jointly ruling the nation for the time being which was completely at odds with efficiently running a country.

”Why don't we attempt making amends” suggested Garu his monkey like appearance something of humor if not for the seriousness of the situation.

”What would you suggest we do to make amends for locking him up, he is already aware that it was only because of Father's declaration for him to succeed the throne that we had him imprisoned in the first place.” spoke Akio venomously.