Not being able to solve why the frost wolf didn't use magic, he went inside his tent to rest. He was exhausted after fighting a wolf. In real standards, it wasn't that strong. That meant he would have to get much stronger. Shutting his eyes, he slowly drifted to sleep.
Sadly he didn't get the dream he wanted. He was looking down on the wolf he had killed who wouldn't stop whining. It sounded like someone repeatedly screaming at the top of their lungs. It was like a never ending torture, but it only lasted a few hours before he could escape from that nightmare. When he woke up he was sweating bullets. He massaged his temples and checked to see if any new monsters decided to wander into his new "home."
Seeing that it was clear, Luciel changed into his last pair of good clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. Though it was faint, he could see the white strands of hair starting to come back. "Good thing I'm no longer in town." He thought to himself.
Slowly wandering out of the cave, he could see that it was still snowing heavily. To bad he didn't have anything to cover the opening with. If that frost wolf didn't go into his scythe he could have used the pelt to partially block the snow from piling in. He just sighed and scooped some of the snow into one of his pots. Going back to his little set up, he boiled the water so he could drink it. He set two biscuits by the fire so they could heat up a bit.
After sipping his water and slowly eating his two biscuits, he decided to go train his body. Though be couldn't put to much on his arm right now, he could still work out his legs and his core. Laying down on the ground, he started to do a few sit-ups. He could only do around 12 before giving up. Sense when was he so weak? He thought he had average strength but it seemed like he had way lower than that. No matter, nothing a lot of training can't fix. He pushed on until he reached 30.
He laid back on his sleeping bag to help comfort his backside which had started hurting after doing those sit-ups. Without having anything to do he opened back up his grimoire.
Stats-
Magic compacity- ??
Age- 12
Level- 11
Heath- 532/550
Intelligence- 21
Strength - 17 (-8 temporarily)
Stamina- 12/70
Dexterity- 26
Agility- 30
Seeing that he raised 5 levels over a small while, he smiled. His magic compacity was still unknown but he felt he'll know it soon. Shutting his book, he laid his head down on his pillow and had a little power nap.
Yawning, he stretched his arms and got up. He noticed something was different than usual. He looked at his shoulder and noticed that wound was gone. When he probed it, it was just fine. It was like it had never happened. As far as he knew he didn't have any good healing powers after checking his grimoire. "Yet another mystery to add to my slowly growing list." He shook his head and started to do multiple exorcises like push ups, pull ups, and running around his "claimed" area of the cave.
After his training session was done he walked over to his war scythe. Picking it up he touched the blade. He didn't know how to sharpen it and it was a risk to, be he decided he should at least try. Shuffling through his bag he didn't find anything he could use so he searched the cave. He found the smoothest rock he could find and the area he could actually see in. With further inspection, he saw that the cave led to what he imagined was an even bigger part of the cave.
"I'd be safer to not go there any time soon." Putting his attention back to his scythe, he sat down near his tent and attempted to sharpen his scythe. It wasn't to bad, but it definitely wasn't good. It wasn't as shiny as what he thought it would be. It looked as if an amateur blacksmiths practice weapon. Though he didn't really care about its looks, as long as it worked fine it was good. He then started swinging it in random movements to see what ones would be more effective. Also using his experience with fighting that frost wolf, he knew certain things were a no go.
After a while his stomach started rumbling. He forgot that he had to eat. Walking over to his bag, he realized he was out of all his food. Cursing, he went over to the entrance of the cave. Even wearing warm clothes, it still felt like he could freeze to death. He psyched himself up and ventured out into the snow. The snow was hard to travel in and the wind and snow from the blizzard didn't make it any easier.
Though he didn't really have a choice in his circumstances. Having no food or warmth in this climate only meant death. After trudging around not to far from his "Home," he thought he saw some movement. He crouched down low and slowly made his way over to what he thought he saw. It was a deer! Not that it had much fat on it, but none the less it was still a source of food. He snuck between the trees doing his best to not make a sound.
He had been behind it so he had a better chance of killing it quick before it turned around and saw him. Stalking it, he was only about three feet away. He wasn't sure how it didn't notice him with how big and "shiny" his weapon was. He then lowered the blade and hovered it over the deer's belly. Then pulling it back towards him like how you would hook a worm onto a fishing rod. He made sure to put a lot of power in it so the deer wouldn't have to let it suffer. The deer had made a small gasping sound before it soon fell. He then dragged the deer back to his home. Wouldn't want to attract any wild animals while he was still so weak.