Chapter 10: Of Course it Wouldn't be Easy!
Ken expected there to be traps, but aside from treasures and more treasures, there really wasn't anything.
He walked and walked and walked, seeing corpses all around him with different weapons and items, and once he laid his hands on something that caught his fancy, like a katana he was holding instead of the mace he threw, he didn't hesitate to take it.
Now the young man was still wearing the crew members' uniform so he wouldn't be chased if he were to meet them, but his body held all kinds of different items.
A ring on his finger that had a blade on it, a dagger he strapped to his belt, a very sharp-looking katana emitting a bloody fog of an aura, and lastly, a necklace that had poison inside of it alongside a box of tiny needles he hid in his pocket.
This was all in preparation for the unexpected.
You see, the young man thought that there was absolutely no way in hell that this place had no dangers, as after seeing how some of the corpses were beat up, he thought that there were some golems or aboriginals who lived here.
But he had yet to see them.
Then, after an hour or so of walking, he reached a large clearance. But it was empty; only a few treasures could be seen here and there, which was weird because just the corridor had countless treasures laying around, making even his calm heart restless with greed.
The only way he could keep his composure was by reminding himself that he wouldn't be able to take any of this unless he had a boat.
Still, he was still tempted to take a handful of gold once he had a pouch from one of the previous raiders.
'Hmm... What do we have here.' Ken stopped and looked around carefully at the room.
One had to note that the corridors weren't simple; they had all kinds of engravings around them that probably held a deeper meaning, but Ken could care less about that as he had no way of knowing what they meant.
But in this room, he couldn't just ignore them.
It was simple; the clearing was surrounded by a wall of painted steel, and the top part of the spherical wall had a sky of sorts, and on the other side of the door Ken entered from there was another gate, but it was closed, and something was crouching in front of it, not moving.
What caught his attention wasn't that, but the painting.
It had an image of a humanoid machine of sorts that was looking at the sun with a glint while raising its hands in a way that made it seem as if it wanted to steal it.
The art was so grand that Ken felt his heart beat for a second, imagining himself in its place, raising his hand to catch an illusory white start that signified his dream.
'Huff.' Feeling this, the young man immediately sat down on the ground and brought out a gourd that he had with him since he left the ship.
*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp*
Taking three small sips, he closed the gourd and put it in its place, as it might be the last straw that keeps him surviving in this hell hole.
After resting for a minute, he rose up, took out his sword, and looked at its glint that seemed to be completely absorbed by his abyss eyes.
"I need to train." He said to himself as he put his sword back on its sheath, got into position, and started warming up.
Then once he felt that he was ready, he caught and used whatever memory he had of Japanese sword masters using their katana to perform his moves.
*Slash*
"Ah, I understand it now."
*FWSH*
In but one move, he completely devoured the essence of that first slash, making the difference between the first and the second so large that it looked no way alike.
*FWSHH* *FWSHSHHHH* *FWSHHHHHH*
One after another, he repeated the same slash until it transcended the level of a basic move.
"One more." Having felt that he had mastered the first slash, he moved on to another more difficult move that he remembered.
*Slash*
"I see."
*FWSH*
*Slash* *Slash*
"Mhm."
*FWSHHHH* *FWSH*
*Slash* *Slash* *Slash*
"I get it."
*Fwsh* *FWSH* *FWSHHHHHH*
"Another one."
*Ssssslash*
*FWSHHHHHHH* *BOOOM*
*FWSH*
*BOOOOM*
Slash by slash, the little man who could barely hold a katana with instinct was throwing out slashes using every fiber of his being that almost reached a supernatural level.
In but a few hours of slashing and resting, he started getting too tired and decided to rest for a longer duration.
After 15 minutes, he got up and decided to train his muscles, something he got used to after doing for a prolonged amount of time.
What was surprising was the fact that his move was flawless, ensuring maximum efficiency, and he continued after to relax his muscles with stretches and stopping for a bit.
By the end of it all, he felt that he had become a different person than before, but all of this didn't mean that he was a monster; it only meant that compared to others, he improved stupidly fast.
Still, if he were to meet any of the other swordsmen, he could still be manhandled.
"I still have a long way to go." He thought as he put his head on the ground.
It was time for the final rest, as after this he would move on to the next room that he thought would be more important and might have what he was looking for.
But before that...
"I have to deal with that guy."
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