47 Descending Thunder Mountain (1/2)
'Damn it!' The little kitten cursed as her closed eyes shot open, an aggrieved look in them. 'I feel like I'm so close to breaking through... But so far away at the same time...'
The little kitten could only sigh as she returned to her cultivation. By her side, the head of the Wilderwolf Soldier's had finished his inspection of his new spear and was now also cultivating as he waited for his master's to return from the Thunder Mountain Trials.
Silence pervaded throughout the peak of Thunder Mountain as people stood or sat patiently, either cultivating or making small conversation as the awaited the passing of time. Every now and then, a distortion in space in front of the Thunder Mountain ruins would appear, bringing forth a person or Magical Beast, wearing either a smile or a frown considering their results.
Eventually, a familiar loud laughter resounded upon the arrival of a new distortion in space, summoning the presence of the equally familiar features of a middle-aged bald man with a boisterous grin. It was Uncle Kil!
”Has that stupid nephew of mine still not come out yet?” Uncle Kil grumbled upon noticing that only the kitten and the head of the Wilderwolf Soldier's were the only one's out of the Thunder Mountain Trials. ”Oh well, let's forget about that brat, for this Thunder Mountain Hunt has been quite fortuitous for me!”
Uncle Kil smashed his right fist into his left hands palm, bringing the little kitten and the Wilderwolf Soldier's attention to a new set of gloves that the man was now donning. These gloves were pitch black, with ice blue ruins skirting the edges.
”Oh, a set of Magical gloves?” The head of the Wilderwolf Soldier's said with an 'o' face. ”How timely, didn't you just break your last pair of Magical gloves a while ago?”
'Uncle Kil's fists have actually destroyed Magical items?!' The side of the little kitten's mouth twitched. Magical Items were made of the strongest and most treasured materials, that was some fist strength!
”Hahaha. It was indeed so!” Uncle Kil laughed heartily. ”And these gloves are even better than any of my old ones. Its actually a Purple Rarity Vibrant Rank pair of gloves called the Frigid Flash Gloves.”
”Try not to break these ones, then!” The Wilderwolf soldier teased.
”Haha, no promises, no promises!” Uncle Kil grinned boastfully as he deeply admired the black gloves on his hands, looking them all over.
'Shameless, really shameless.' The little kitten shook her head and returned her attention to cultivating.
While previously, the hundred or so of them had depleted the external aura atop Thunder Mountain after four days of successive cultivating, there was actually still quite a bit of external aura left over. The little kitten was hoping to use this aura rich area to aid in her hopeful breakthrough, pulling the external aura into her soul to attempt to start the evolving process.
Yet, it would seem she was not fated to succeed so soon.
'This must be due to my lack of experience and knowledge. Looks like I'll have to be a little more patient and maybe ask Jonathan for some pointers.' The little kitten came to this decision and chose to stop cultivating. As she was not making any progress anyway, she chose to instead spend the rest of her time sleeping as she awaited the arrival of Jonathan and the rest of the Magician's and Magical Beast's inside the Thunder Mountain ruins.
The little kitten curled into a soft pile beside Uncle Kil and the Wilderwolf Soldier as they exchanged stories of their personal trials. With a silent yawn, the kitten's closed hazily and soon, unconsciousness took hold of her and she entered a peaceful slumber...
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