Three days passed, and Clover was standing before a grizzly bear standing and looking below him as if he was a God looking below the Mortal. The grizzly bear exuded an aura of haughtiness like a cat who had just found its toy, while its mouth drooling with saliva as if a hyena had just found its food.
While he continued baring its fangs while it brandished its Claws in front of Clover, the latter, on the other hand, had been showing the same kind of expression the moment they stood face to face with each other.
It was a casual expression as if the three-meter tall Bear standing menacingly in front of him was nothing in front of his eyes. Of course, the Bear didn't miss it, and he also sensed that this human in front of him had a backup, which he gained his confidence.
However, he sensed no one around them that could threaten him, which caused him to think that this human was just being paranoid that he could come out here alive. The Bear smirked while the drooling saliva slithered out of its mouth. It couldn't control its hungry stomach anymore.
He knew that with one move, Clover would die from his Claw, which could even cut a boulder into three pieces. Hence, the moment he saw Clover walking, he didn't hesitate to blink and stand in front of him. He wanted to surprise the human and scurried away with fear expression visible on his face.
However, what he received was a casual expression with even drooping eyelids, as if the human in front of him was tired of doing something so tedious. That's right, Clover had been bored lately and tired after making his scabbard.
The scabbard that rested on his waist, with a belt made with leaves, was the reason why he was so tired, and his face was so casual with a hint of bored within. Three days passed, yet he walked like a snail, as the distance he crossed was only five kilometers.
He couldn't be blamed though, as after he was done cutting a portion of the thick, hardened branch of the biggest tree. He still needed to use his technique to perfectly cut it, so it cost him another energy which was the reason why he was feeling spiritless lately.
And this continued for two days, as he was polishing the wooden scabbard with a whetstone he previously received from Morgan, and sadly the whetstone completely disintegrated into nothingness the moment he finished the fine-tuning.
The result? It was nothing extraordinary, as the appearance was always the same as the texture of the wood. Furthermore, the body had no runes or some kind of art to prove the quality of the scabbard.
This caused the Bear to have confidence that Clover couldn't handle his strike, since if even the low-quality scabbard which was made by a tree to some extent he could cut it like tofu, could handle the sharpness of the rapier sword it was sheathing. Then he doesn't need to worry about it.
However, just as he was about to attack with his hanging in the air right hand. He saw the rapier sword wiggling uncontrollably. Clover has to put his left hand to the hilt of the rapier sword to calm it down.
It was then the drooping eyelids of Clover turned wide open as his pupil turned above, together with his head. The moment his hand made contact with the hilt, he received some information from the hibernating rapier sword.
It was to devour the blood of the beast in front of him!
Furthermore, with only the blood of the three-meter tall bear in front of him, it was enough to awaken the slumbering rapier sword, as it was exhausted after using its full power to kill the wolves and warned the leader to think twice when they would cross their path.
Thus, sensing the blood contained in the beast was enough for her to replenish the energy she had lost. Moreover, the rapier sword wasn't the only one who desired the value of the bear, as not only did the Bear contain a lot of blood, but its fur was also a good thing, especially to Clover who was covered with leaves.
He couldn't just show up and meet a human with his appearance right? Furthermore, Clover was tired already by the fact that there were so many mosquitoes in the forest biting on his skin every second, and so he couldn't help but feel the desire in his heart burning as he continued scrutinizing the fur of the bear.
The Black three-meter tall bear with its red eyes and drooling mouth felt threatened for some reason. And it only increased the moment his eye met with a pair of jet-black eyes watching him in euphoria as if that pair of an eye couldn't hold its excitement to peel his skin and use it to cover his bare-naked piece of art body.
"Let's see, this black bear has the same strength as me, and I couldn't kill it with one strike except if I use my trump card. I guess it was no harm to test this technique since there's no one to be worried about If I exposed it," Clover muttered with glee as he took his left hand out and replaced it with his right hand.
The Black Bear was frozen on the spot; the moment he watched the human mutter gibberish words and suddenly crouched as if it was preparing to move; he felt an inevitable feeling rising in his heart. At that moment, the man crouching, suddenly vanished!
"Flash Drive!"
He only heard his voice in his left ear, but he doesn't have the time to turn his head to find the source, as his vision turned upside down! It was not long that his perspective was spinning uncontrollably, and it was at this moment he noticed his body standing without its head! Accompanied by blood spurted out of its neck.
A man could be seen dying with blood, and the Claw on his torso wasn't an exemption. Standing atop his shoulder, his right hand extended while the crimson rapier sword faintly dimmed, and the blood on his neck was being devoured by its tip.
The man's eyes were unto him, watching with a poker face as if the grotesque blood sprayed unto his body doesn't bother him much. He then caught a glimpse of a whole immaculate moon decorated above the man's head, amplifying the horrific scene displayed in front of him.
Thud!
The Bear felt that the world stopped spinning, and all he could see was the gloomy boundless darkness of night, with countless twinkle stars decorated amidst it. The scene was pleasing to his eyes, as his vision slowly closed like a theater was done after its performance.