Getting up from his bed he's rather groggy but he manages to shake off the drowsiness.
'A week already… won't be long before I have to head out there I suppose." His gaze lingers in the direction of the monolithic elevator. It's been about two weeks since he arrived. His current routine had been to wake up, train, spar with James, and repeat. The various types of Ruins' Explorer Groups would then bring their camp back to their group beyond some type of gate that he had yet to explore.
At first glance, this appeared rather simple, but to him, the importance of the training increased every day with the realization of what was to come above ground in the unexplored regions. Naturally, he had come from one of the more "settled" regions, if you could even call it that. Certain areas around Bunker exits that served as outposts for many people that could enter the Bunker for emergencies (At the cost of being conscripted) or simply wanted a place to live could go to these areas and work as a farmhand to grow crops in the ruins of the land.
Many years after the destruction and downfall of the City of Ichor the city had already been nearly reclaimed by nature. But not to give the misconception that there were normal animals that populated the area. These animals were the first to be mutated in the first place and were highly dangerous, yet the meat was coveted as a luxury still. Yet Ashur was still desperate to try some, many times he had smelled such meat drifting from the chieftain's tent and could barely restrain himself despite the disfigured body of the mutant. His normal diet hadn't much improved in the Bunker beyond the consistency of the meals, plant-based foods with a lack of protein still retained their boring normalcy. Mind you his life has improved comparably to still living on the outside as of right now, but he knew it was only temporary.
Regarding his integration into the Highlanders, it had been rather unsatisfactory for him, he knew that they would eventually learn to trust him. The truth was that these groups were rather untrusting of outsiders from the City of Ichor. He had learned that these groups were small splinters of the main faction that scouted for talents that regularly took part in expeditions as well as had potential. Many disciples born to a faction were sent out to these groups to accrue experience. Or in the case you were lucky, you could be born to a high-ranking member of one such group and be allowed to never go out to the city at all. Instinctively he could tell that the other disciples were wary of his presence and thus he had never truly made friends with them.
Sighing he walks out of the dorms buildings and sets out for the camp once again. But as he is heading there his eyes again observe all the various buildings he has yet to explore since he has arrived. Curious he heads to one of the first buildings he saw, which was the clinic. Gazing up he can see it's easily identified by the red cross on top of the arch as well as the intricate designs carved into the building. Entering a chemical smell immediately assaults his nose, taking a quick scan of the area he finds the hospital close to his expectations, completely clean and uniform.
Leaving, Ashur spots the library again, he begins thinking about his progress in his fighting style. He had been visiting the library every day after the first week of getting the fundamentals of the formation memorized. He had mostly started developing moves for his fighting style, most of these moves are rather basic yet such a feat was already incredible with his clumsiness, it was extremely hard for him to maintain a grip during these moves but he managed to barely perform them by adapting his fighting style. Whenever he had the urge to drop his sword he would switch his grip and gain a better form. This allowed him to have an unpredictable sword style but as a result, the style was much harder to learn. Although most people would quit and adopt a different sword style, he didn't have the luxury of time. For him, it was either sink or swim and using his clumsiness to his benefit would be required if he wanted to survive. Ashur was determined to survive and live a better life even if he was forced to undertake this difficult task.
The library already had sufficient information regarding the other locations and his curiosity was satiated, learning the ruins area was just to get new disciples born within the bunker familiar with the ruins. He had learned although he had still to investigate the camps of the other groups he was guessing that he wouldn't be allowed. After a few days passed the recruitment groups mostly stopped and there wasn't as much business in the center of the grids beyond trade. Heading there he decided to look for Davis to check his progress.
Arriving at the acrobatics group he began looking for Davis. The acrobatics members were divided into scouts and stealth members. Of course, Davis was a part of the stealth group and was more or less focused on his training all day. Ashur was the same, even if Davis attempted to contact him the Highlanders would not have allowed anyone to enter their area without permission. This was due to him being a part of the Acrobatics faction, also known as the Assassin Sect faction in his case. Their conversation up until this point hadn't been necessary, but for the future, he needed Davis's help.
The Acrobatics group had tall metal structures across the whole area upon entering a large enclosure, there was an extreme amount of darkness to what looked like a huge tent covering them all. As soon as he entered he was plunged into near darkness, every so often a pole light would be shining, showing a direction in the darkness. To him, this mostly signified the way, but he was quite wary of entering, knowing that there would certainly be someone watching him as he entered the area.
His hand hovers over his sword in caution, not entirely trusting the notion that these groups did not have violent conflict he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Surely normal guests must arrive by some other method? This is all too extravagant for a mere splinter-group." He grumbled and continued on into the darkness.