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"What are you doing here?" Rave asked, his expression far from welcoming.
The man stared at the dirty boy who had once been his student. "I need to explain some things."
Rave just stared, gesturing for him to continue.
Wil spoke again. "I—no, I mean we—need your help."
The chopped boy tried to hold back a laugh but failed miserably.
After everything they did to me, they expect forgiveness?
His teacher flinched at the sound of Rave's laughter, but Rave didn't care. He kept laughing a little longer before finally responding, "Help with what?"
"Our kingdom is at war," Wil said. "We need your ability. You're the only one who can help."
"And if I don't?"
"Then I'll have to force you."
...
He dug a grave for his teacher, with a sad expression. Leaving his head next to his door.
And gathered all of the items his had, and put them on his bed. He looked over the items he'd collected.
"This is what I've been longing for," he muttered.
It was the mask Wil had worn. He scanned it using a bracelet he had also taken from the corpse. A screen appeared, displaying the item's information:
| Skinwalker's Mask |
Grade: 5
Info: Forged from the face of a real Skinwalker by the greatest blacksmith in the world.
Affinity: ???
Ability 1: Allows the user to change their appearance, but only to resemble people they've killed. Does not replicate physical stats.
Ability 2: The first hit from an enemy will pass through the user, causing no damage.
"Damn these rich people," he smirks.
There are up to 8 grades, 8th being the highest while 1st is the lowest. Each grade is 10 better than the lower grade.
Changing his gaze he found a pouch in the man's clothes. He opened it to find 10 gold coins.
He really needed the money because he was planning on going back to the kingdom to get some stuff he needed.
"Thank you Wil"
After that he started to list out the things he needed for his visit to the kingdom.
Not having anything to eat, he slept hungry.
Few days later...
"Well it's time to go back to that hell."
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