Aegir looked at his companion and smiled ``Yes, I've learned from the invaders that this strength is rare yet normal where they come from.``
Most of the soldiers accompanied by warrior gasped `` Can all of us attain this strength?`` Warrior of course was the first to ask.
``I do not know, It determines on your aptitude-…Let us speak more of this later.`` Aegir turned around to exit the tent.
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Folke began to awaken from his slumber, opening his eyes he would see the nurse fabia attending to his bandages.
She began to unwrap the bandages around his chest and her eyes slightly widened and then went back to normal, Folke previously never paid attention to the nurses actions but this morning he was just able to catch it ` Why is she acting so surprised? Did she see something bad about my wounds?`
He looked at her face for some time, looking at her facial features to see any more odd behavioral spikes. Fabia quickly recognized that she was being watched and mistook his intentions and began to continue her work quickly. He then saw her eyes widened when she removed his arm bandages on his upper shoulder and then saw her quickly regain herself again.
Folke began to follow her eyes and began to look at his wounds that he had on his body, attempting to observe what the nurse was seeing when he was surprised to see that his wounds were already near done healing.
`A normal sword wound like those shouldn't have taken such a short period of time to heal . ..` He looked at his own wounds with a surprised expression but then quickly regained himself realizing that if he also began to be surprised at his healing speed Fabia might ask him something.
The nurse continued on with her work replacing his bandages and then leaving.
Folke began to engage himself in his own deep thought ` My super fast healing stopped when I got into the camp, I couldn't move a full day after that bi**h kicked me in the gut about ten times before getting over it… Is this another effect from me winning the mental battle? ` His healing speed had increased again.
Folke closed his eyes and then he felt a sudden pull on his collarbone and then was suddenly pulled out of the bed and onto the ground, He was on his hands and knee and got up quickly and turned around to see who it was.
Folke was a tall person at 6'3 so he looked down and saw the face of his most adamant admirer, Waiola. ``Follow me.`` She gave one order and turned around to march outside of the tent.
`I'm guessing the day to get myself out of death has come.`
Waiola stopped at the tent entrance and looked back at folke who hadn't moved and shouted ``Come or I will drag you a few more yards rather than just out of your bed.``
Folke began to speed walk toward Waiola not wanting to look weak, but still slightly scared of her because of how strong she is.
Folke and waiola walked toward a tent and then waiola ordered him to get in, he entered the tent and heard waiola leave.
``Sit down son.`` A man with a great black beard with a bald head sat down inside of the tent looking at folke.
Folke followed his instructions and sat down looking at the man.
``What happened to the village?`` The man spoke first
``It was burnt down by Invaders, sir.``
``What were the invaders wearing?``
``I wasn't able to see them, I was nowhere near the invaders to be able to see them at all they all fought at center of the village.``
``How many of you escaped?`` He'd slightly lean back while stroking his beard in one hand.
``No one did.``
``What? How?`` He straightened his back and looked at folke. The general theory in the encampment was that Folke was either a warrior who attacked the village or a warrior who stood and defended the village which was highly unlikely.
Folke's knowledge of the battle was limited after most of the battle the system took over for him so he only knew the parts of the initial fight and then the clean up section of the fight, How he destroyed the village even he doesn't know so he goes with his premade plan before.
``They condensed around the outsides and pushed us into the village, I made my stand and sacrificed my body to take the heavy blows. . But I guess that it wasn't enough.`` Folke had real tears in the corner of his eyes. Even though he hated the village for the things that it represented to him. . Weakness, and servitude he regretted that he had to fully destroy it. Most of the villagers inside didn't deserve to die.
The man looked at this and tilted his head and observed Folke's facial expression, It wasn't a faked cry `I've seen this before, Someone helpless against the gods will. They attempt to try to fight back but in the end they can't do anything against them.` Folke had successfully hit a soft spot in the hardened military man.
Why? They both somehow understood each other, even though Folke has not been on countless battle fields. He has wiped out a village and a whole population of people by his lonesome.
Yet `I can't fully trust him yet…` The man got up from his seat and said ``Come outside.``