It has been three days since Vincent had been in this new realm. During that time he had been wandering in the forest, he entered as well as practicing with almost every weapon he possessed with only four exceptions: Half of which involved the use of blood or piercing oneself and the other half involve physical transformations, both of which he does not wish to know the feeling of. As he is strolling through the forest he stops and looks around finding a spot to rest for a while.
After a few more minutes of searching, he discovers a patch of moss underneath the base of a tree with some shade. Vincent then sat cross-legged, his back to the tree. Many questions plagued his sanity, many of which would hopefully be resolved in the city he is told to go to. After what felt like an eternity he begins sighing to himself the hunter then says to himself "well if there is a city then there must be a society in this place" then a realization hit him, "but would they be human or are friendly towards them if not"? He dreads the outcome of his question thinking further " would they even speak the same language"?
Shaking his head and ending his reflection he summons one his weapons: a two-handed, cloth-covered sword with a wide blade having some inscriptions written in it, and some scratches, with chips showing its age and many usages. He stands up having his right hand on the handle and the blade hovering above his shoulder ready to swing. His left hand wielding a stone version of a brass knuckle he walks to another tree and with a rapid succession he lands two hits with his left weapon before dashing back and quickly swinging his blade in a wide slashing movement, chopping it down in one swing though the cut was not elegant leaving some parts of the bark looking like it snapped. "So far the weapons seem to match what stats they possess" the hunter speculates. "This weapon will do fine for now, but I have to see if its transformed state still works." Vincent holstered his knuckle weapon, then held his sword up pointing the blade tip left and glided his free hand across the blade causing it to glow a light blue hue as well as increasing the size of the blade. After the conversion, he now holds the sword with both hands the blade over his right shoulder. Looking at another tree a few feet away he slashes the air projecting a glowing arc that begins heading towards the tree cutting it down this time cleaner.
Satisfied he dematerializes his weapons and looked down at himself "I should change into different clothing and hide my face" he says. "I don't think ill be taken seriously looking like I have nothing to my name." He then closed his eyes thinking of what he would wear which similarly begins to have a blood-colored substance appear on his arm, but this time surrounding his body enveloping him. After a few seconds, the substance withdrawals exposing the hunter in their new clothing: a metal helmet with no eye holes and wavey grey hair-like threads on the back, gauntlets, and leggings made of the same metal, finally an ebony garb with black feathers in the shape of wings occupying the back acting as a cape. After this, the hunter looks down nods, then begins his journey once more further into the wildernesses. Little did he realize he was heading towards a village with an old problem he dealt with in the previous world he dabbled in.
Pic of the new outfit
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