John had absolutely tore the man limb from limb, infact it was quite disturbing even too me however it had sent the message and no-one tried to mess with us again. It was night by this point so we decided to rest for the night or well they had as for me I had a job to do
"Hey" I said "What kind of clothes do you guys like"
I had decided to use an old skill of mine from my past life.
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In my past life I was a tailor, hell that's what attributed to one of my stronger skills Divine Eye which evolved from Tailor's Mindset (Note: originally called otaku's mindset I have retroactively changed its name apologies for confusion) and now it had allowed me access to something new once I displayed this skill in this new world of mine
This skill allowed me to turn the clothing I create into something akin to magic armour all I needed was some mana from the people I was making them for in order to sync it to them something that they happily contributed.
Now all that was left was my turn...
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A few hours had passed since I had made our new clothes and it was the middle of the night, the five of us had huddled together and were telling stories trying to ease our nerves for the coming day.
"so Kon, Alex why don't you tell us about your training?" Eve asked
At that moment me and Alex made eye contact and a pain filled expression was shown on our faces
"Really? that bad?" John added
"It was... Painful, my father Jim Whiteblood beat his lessons into us and my mother, a top class healer, meant that he could really go all out" I said
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"KON!" My father screamed at me before slicing straight through my arm
"GYAHHHHHHHH" I screamed out in pain
"Wait! Wait! JIM!" My mother yelled "YOU'RE GOING TO FAR"
she ran up to me and started healing re-attaching my arm
I was panting heavily, tears beginning to drip from my eyes, the pain I felt was even worse than both times I had died at least they had been quick...
"Do you wanna be kind of strong? Or do you wanna be strong enough to defend the ones you love!" My father asked me
I gathered myself wiping the tears from my eyes a new determination fuelling my body the pain I was feeling encouraging me instead of leaving me crying on the floor like it was before, I gripped my sword tight.
"Is that all?" I asked a new life shinning through my eyes as my determination grew ever stronger like a raging monsoon tearing it's way through my very core.
But I guess in the end I failed...