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Anyway, I'll leave a message here in advance. If I happen to stop somewhere else along the way, I'll let you know later.
The glints of light on the cold steel, playfully shimmering across the blade as if trying to jump off... This was perceived as something warm and familiar, something that always gave him strength, peace, and confidence. But then something changed. The glints disappeared, and the metal suddenly dulled. Long, rusty streaks spread across the blade like grasping dendroid branches, corroding the material and disrupting the harmony. Before the astonished samurai's eyes, a coarse, brown crust inexplicably spread onto his hands, greedily consuming his flesh. The katana, hastily dropped, fell to the ground and crumbled into dust, and he himself, bent over in agony, desperately tried to lean on the ground.
However, his strength failed him, and the shinobi collapsed face down in the dust, sharing the fate of his sword...
Ryohei shuddered and opened his eyes. He was sitting peacefully on a bench on one of the streets of Myrkoria, not far from the count's estate. The bright sunset warmed him, and birds were singing... A light summer breeze quickly blew away the remnants of the vision from his head. Had he dozed off like an old man? The sun must have made him drowsy. Yes, the duels with Rutger's students, especially the last one against Raimund, had tired him out. Raimund's behavior in battle strongly reminded him of how Air fought, even surpassing her in some ways. The same sword, the same impressive speed... Although, without a doubt, neither Raimund nor Air had yet revealed their full potential. And Ryohei's damaged weapon, as well as the rest of his equipment, although it looked worn, did not crumble into pieces. Perhaps it could still be restored to its former glory...
But the question of how to do it remained open. To his surprise, he didn't see anything resembling a forge or workshop on the streets of Myrkoria. Only shops and everything else, but where the production took place was unclear. Indeed, a mystery... Maybe he'll find a suitable place later, but for now, he could only try to avoid such situations in the future. After resting for a while, Ryohei went to join the group to participate in patrolling the eastern forest.
by the way, why do I have 8 evasion? It's the armor that's broken, not the skill.
and I'll probably go to the forest for the night as well.
The glints of light on the cold steel, playfully shimmering across the blade as if trying to jump off... This was perceived as something warm and familiar, something that always gave him strength, peace, and confidence. But then something changed. The glints disappeared, and the metal suddenly dulled. Long, rusty streaks spread across the blade like grasping dendroid branches, corroding the material and disrupting the harmony. Before the astonished samurai's eyes, a coarse, brown crust inexplicably spread onto his hands, greedily consuming his flesh. The katana, hastily dropped, fell to the ground and crumbled into dust, and he himself, bent over in agony, desperately tried to lean on the ground.
However, his strength failed him, and the shinobi collapsed face down in the dust, sharing the fate of his sword...
Ryohei shuddered and opened his eyes. He was sitting peacefully on a bench on one of the streets of Myrkoria, not far from the count's estate. The bright sunset warmed him, and birds were singing... A light summer breeze quickly blew away the remnants of the vision from his head. Had he dozed off like an old man? The sun must have made him drowsy. Yes, the duels with Rutger's students, especially the last one against Raimund, had tired him out. Raimund's behavior in battle strongly reminded him of how Air fought, even surpassing her in some ways. The same sword, the same impressive speed... Although, without a doubt, neither Raimund nor Air had yet revealed their full potential. And Ryohei's damaged weapon, as well as the rest of his equipment, although it looked worn, did not crumble into pieces. Perhaps it could still be restored to its former glory...
But the question of how to do it remained open. To his surprise, he didn't see anything resembling a forge or workshop on the streets of Myrkoria. Only shops and everything else, but where the production took place was unclear. Indeed, a mystery... Maybe he'll find a suitable place later, but for now, he could only try to avoid such situations in the future. After resting for a while, Ryohei went to join the group to participate in patrolling the eastern forest.
by the way, why do I have 8 evasion? It's the armor that's broken, not the skill.
and I'll probably go to the forest for the night as well.