Klaus ran desperately through the city streets, in the opposite direction to the strange people and animals running through the streets.
In the distance, behind and in front of him, he could hear screams of different people clamoring for him to be caught. Still, he was agile in avoiding dangerous places and managed to hide in some alleys just to see that all his pursuers continued running.
'Hah... God, these bastards are pretty fast.' He thought and turned around to continue running toward the city exit.
If you're wondering how he fell into a situation where everyone is now chasing him, you'd have to reminisce a bit...
A few hours ago, when he had just arrived in the city, he was so intrigued by the culture, the foods, and the shape of the buildings, which reminded him so much of the ancient era on earth, that he began to walk through the city.
He first noticed that the people here were much paler than he was. He had regained some color by eating the foul flesh of that curse, which made him stand out from everyone here. He thought it would be a good thing, but it was not.
He attracted a lot of attention without realizing it, and many looked at him with hatred.
Still, the problem was not that.
When he was walking through the city, he felt hungry. Although that meat left him satisfied, it made him realize that his body consumed the nutrients of that meat much faster than usual. So he felt very hungry, and seeing such good food in the city, which looked very delicious, he wanted to try to buy it, although he was unsuccessful.
The currency with which things are traded here is called Cursed Coin and is usually divided into Quarters of Cursed Coin for small purchases, but he had none of that.
Still, he was told that an organization in the city traded in Curses. He could sell the body parts of different Curses to obtain money or food, which encouraged Klaus.
When he went there and tried to sell that disgusting meat, he immediately began to be chased by the powers of the city for no apparent reason. But apparently, they were sent by a powerful bastard that Klaus managed to see during his escape.
That's how he is now in this situation, thinking about his next move.
As he ran through the alleys, two pursuers crossed his sight.
They were two tall men with black eyes, black hair, and pale skin. They carried swords that seemed to be imbued with cursed energy, but they didn't look mighty.
Klaus smiled at the sight of them. He had more or less learned the distinction by the uniform of these people and knew that these two were among the weakest in the city. If he could beat them, he could get their weapons, which would make his journey more manageable.
He ran through the alley, showing himself.
The two were surprised to find him but smiled. This was their chance to reach the city's great heights.
The reward for catching this little thief was very high, after all.
They immediately drew their swords from the sheath. "Let's go together; if we keep the whole reward for ourselves, we can afford better training." They talked among themselves; even so, they were very slow.
By the time they realized it, they already had Klaus on top of them, punching one of them in the face and taking him with him until he crashed into the wall.
"Little guy, I really like your sword; how about lending it to me?" he threw several blows to the guy's face, who, even though he had a protective helmet, still felt severe pain, and his nose started to bleed.
Klaus could not continue his onslaught, as he had to jump to the side to avoid the other's attack. That sword attack hit the wall and his partner's helmet hard, cracking the helmet in two and leaving it unprotected.
Klaus grinned at this and, with what little knowledge of martial arts he had, spun on his axis as he stepped onto the ground and quickly jumped up to land a blow on the hand of the one who had just attacked him.
"Agh!" A scream came out of his mouth when he felt his bones being hit roughly like that. He had to retract his hand quickly, but that made the sword slip out of his grip.
"Alright, if you want to give me your sword, I won't refuse," Klaus smiled and held the sword in his hand.
Immediately, that caused some strange information to pass through his mind. 'Information on how to use it? How convenient.'
Although the information was basic, it served him greatly at the moment, as he had never touched a sword in his life.
He bent his body and, being so close to the guy who was still dazed from the previous blows, swung the sword towards him. The sword met no opposition and soon cut off part of his neck, for the sword struck the wall behind, and he could not cross any further from there. That showed his lack of experience, but with half of the neck with a hole in it, the guy bled out and tainted Klaus.
He knew he couldn't get distracted; the other guy was still there.
When he tried to look that way, he received a blow in the face that disoriented him and made him take several steps back. But in this course, Klaus managed to swing the sword towards the other guy's body just to hit the sword he was still holding and move it away from his enemy.
"Bastard, so you're cunning." Complained the man in front of him.
Klaus noticed his nose was bleeding but smiled at him. "In this world, cunning might be your greatest ally."
"Heh, that cunning won't do you any good. I will prove that you, a petty raider and thief of our resources, are not worthy to carry our sword."
The little city soldier jumped quickly to where the other sword was, but Klaus would not allow him to do as he pleased. He knew he had to end this fight as soon as possible, so he jumped in the same direction.
Still, he was two steps further away from the sword than the soldier, so he realized he wouldn't make it in time.
'A small wager...'
He stared at the man before him, trying to gauge the distance quickly and his acceleration. He also noticed the movement of the cursed energy, which somehow worked like wind in this world.
1 second later, he smiled. He moved his hand 20 centimeters away from where the sword was on the ground, then pushed his hand sharply and threw his sword, also trying to make a slight curvature in his throw.
'A little 15-degree bend should be enough.' He thought as soon as he threw it.
His sword flew at high speed, and thanks to the pressure of the cursed energy in the environment, it had a slight curvature in its path.
Just at the moment when that guy went to grab the sword on the ground, Klaus's attack stuck in his neck, and thanks to the speed, it crossed from one side to the other, killing him instantly.
'Hehe, and they said physics would be useless for me to fight. Even such basic physics is already so useful.'
Though he smiled, the reality was that killing people still felt a little strange.
Not that he was a saint, nor was this his first time. His childhood wasn't smooth; at some point in it, he had to kill to survive.
But it still felt a little strange to do so, perhaps because of the society he came from.
Still, his life depended on it. He couldn't be picky about it.
He ran, grabbed the swords there, and wanted to start running somewhere else.
But suddenly, he heard a shout.
"Surround this place; that thief is over here!"
Klaus shuddered. 'Too close.'
He looked around and noticed a low wall he could jump over. He ran to it and climbed over it, jumping over to the house.
Just then, several armed and strong soldiers entered the alley.
"Sir, there are two dead here!" they shouted.
Klaus sighed when he saw that they didn't see him. He looked up, planning to keep running.
But then he was shocked.
There was a face in front of him.