150 Culling the Flock pt 5 (1/2)

Draig stared at the Grave forger for some time before he stepped forward and looked at the number of swords hanging from the wall, their blades gleaming in the setting sunlight. Though he didn't bother to pick them up this time, it was at this moment that Ginji noticed Draig and had to do a double take due to the number of Tattoos decorating his body. However this wasn't the only thing that caught his attention, he noticed the empty sheath on the Feratu's waist and his expression became stern.

Draig acted as if he didn't notice the change in expression and asked Ginji about the sword he was promised.

”Have you completed my blade” asked Draig ignoring the countless swords hanging on the wall, something inside him told him they weren't up to the standard that he needed.

Something else he noticed was the fact that his Mana was acting strangely, it was acting turbulent in its stream as if it wished to rebel against him but he didn't let this show on his face. He had the pressing matter of gaining a new sword lest he be unarmed save for the rapier incapable of killing, it had proven quite ineffective in causing pain against even the mortal class threats thus he wouldn't be able to exert his full might in this world.

Ginji hearing the question didn't answer for a moment, it seemed as if he was offended or insulted. Though Draig couldn't understand the reason for this sudden coldness, however he didn't like it and made this known as he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

”It seems you have become deaf, I will repeat my question Ginji. Where is my blade” spoke Draig letting his displeasure be known through his tone.

”What happened to the Thousand Fold Blade. . .” asked Ginji countering the question with one of his own.

”It is gone, now the sword Ginji. I need my sword” grunted Draig as he now understood the sudden mood of the Grave Forger.

”Haven't I already made you a sword” stated Ginji suddenly causing Draig's eyes to widen as the Grave Forger was taking the path of pettiness.

”You promised me a sword Ginji. . . That was the only reason we went to the Valley, do you remember” growled Draig as he stared down the petty smith with anger starting bubble inside him.

Ginji merely sneered at Draig when he brought up the Valley.

”You were going to go there anyways, don't act like it was solely for me. If you want a sword so bad then find the Thousand Fold blade” stated Ginji as he continued hammering at the red hot metal he had in the fire.

'This little mortal suddenly found some arrogance, daring to dismiss me like some dog on the street. . .' thought Draig causing his anger to come to the surface as he raised his fist as he entered his Hybrid form causing Ginji to look at Draig with widened eyes.

It was as if a light had clicked and he remembered who he was talkinig too, however it was too late the Feratu swung his arm angrily and destroyed the hearth sending burning coals and ash everywhere.

Draig wasn't finished as he grabbed to pathetic swords that had been hanging on the walls and crushed them in his hands as if they were mere clods of dirt.

While he did this Ginji hissed in pain as he covered his body which had been at ground zero of the destroyed hearth causing him to directly come in contact with the coals.