Spectral Regalia

Ch 33: The White Dragon Clan

Avrin was skeptical regarding these two, but decided to forget about it. He was sure they had their reasons for not telling him. But he would keep an eye on them just incase. "Avrin, I believe it is best to leave. I'm sure many wild beasts have already smelled the blood in the air and there may be more bandits"

Shimaru was right, Avrin thought. He nodded and began to walk off as he ignored the wound on his back as it seemed to heal. His body's natural durability was also surprising at the very least. The arrow piercing an inch into his back didn't hurt as much as he figured it would. Of course this is coming from a general who had been injured many times in the past. This was little to nothing to him.

And even though Avrin was obviously injured in the eyes of the two he seemed to walk as if it wasn't the case at all. Amias spoke "Wow sir Avrin, you took an arrow and your walking as if its nothing! Do you have special mail under your robe?" Avrin shook his head "None of the sort.." Avrin wiped the blood from his face using a cloth from his carry sack.

Shimaru didn't expect avrin to catch onto him and his grandsons ability and didn't pursue it. But he spoke "Avrin, have you ever considered joining a dojo or an academy of sorts before?" Avrin's ears perked slightly as the conversation as finally about something interesting to him.

"I've considered it but I would prefer to train myself a bit. I am not confident in my martial arts ability. If it wasn't for my power im sure I would be dead without killing even one of those bandits. "

"-power?-" Shimaru thought to himself curiously and spoke as he had figured as much "Ahh I see. Then Avrin you are indeed one with Enigmatic abilities. " Avrin nodded as he figured it would sooner or later be exposed as the old man picked up on small details easily. "That I am."
"Ho ho ho! To think I would meet one in my lifetime, the Gods are truly smiling upon me with their generosity today" Avrin didn't reply to the old man's self delusions. Avrin knew the Gods here existed, but to him, after speaking to the one who truly was considered God these were nothing but amebas compared to him. That being said, Avrin still wanted to achieve the pinnacle of power which was on their level even if he himself at the moment was less than an ameba compared to God.

Avrin was starting to feel his wound was healing better. Probably because he tried to focus the dark matter inside his body on the wound, a small augmentation over the injury as if to test how it would deal with it. And surprisingly it was effective.

Although Avrin would still need to change clothing later on. It seemed like the black leather/fur outfit underneath was also damaged and didn't have enough durability to withstand the arrow, but Avrin was sure it helped with stopping it going deeper. At this point Avrin stopped for a moment and looked around.

"Lets rest here for awhile..." Shimaru and Amias both joyfully went over, following Avrin to a small clearing on the side.

"I'll be scouting ahead a bit. Stay here." Amias stood up and spoke "But sir Avrin, please let me hel-." Shimaru gave Amias a lit hit on the head yet again. Amias pouted and quietly sat down "N..Never mind".

Avrin gazed at Shimaru and they both nodded towards each other to which Avrin headed off into the forest. After he was 3 minutes in, he could see it was quite lush and abundant with life.
He found a small corner that was hidden from view and removed his cloak as well as outfit and examined it. He wore a white undershirt that was similar to the somewhat skin tight outfits they wore in the military where he came from.

He gazed at the tear as well as the blood and began to emit nebula mist around both the tears in the cloak, he also covered over the blood that was soaking them both. "That man is hiding something, but what is it...I was sure he wasn't capable of defending himself but those two corpses....From a glance they seemed to be dispatched easily.." Avrin began to think as he repaired his equipment. The nebula mist was eating away at the blood, turning it into small particles of matter. And the tear in the cloak as well as the top seemed to repair itself as if the dark matter itself was used as fabric replacement.