Tossing the short blade again, an explosive sound was soon heard as a large stone crumbled to pieces.
As the blade hovered in the air, Gerald used his mind to command the Dawnbreaker to return to his hand.
Once it did, Gerald thought to himself, ‘The Dawnbreaker truly has immense attack potential… From what I can tell, it’s probably as strong as a great master! While I may still be a semi-great master, since I now know how to properly use this short blade, I should be able to even up the fight should I bump into Christopher again!’
Throughout that week, Gerald had mastered the other three methods as well. However, since he disliked using long swords as a whole, he didn’t really bother practicing too much on the other three moves.
Regardless, he knew that he had delayed his search for the eternal coffin for a bit too long at this point. Thus, he decided it was high time to leave the forest and continue heading northwest.
Thankfully, Gerald made it out of the dense forest by evening.
Stumbling across a small town close to the forest’s edge, the dry atmosphere there hinted to him that a desert could be nearby. After enquiring a few of the townsfolk, he realized that he had arrived at the border of the Death Desert.
He was pleased that the desert was extremely close to where he had initially predicted it to be while navigating through the forest. He was also thankful that the helicopter had crashed quite close to the desert, otherwise, he would’ve surely had to walk much longer.
After finding a hotel to stay the night in, Gerald went off to buy some suitable clothes for himself, well aware that he needed a temporary break.
Once he got everything he needed, he was just about to head back to his hotel when his sharp ears heard a scream coming from nearby.
“W-what do you intend to do?”
“Oh, nothing much… We saw that you two beauties came from out of town so we just want to treat you to a drink! You know, to express our admiration for you!”
“Step aside!” said one of the women as she pushed the men aside, intent on leaving.
“Hey, now! Don’t leave yet, beauty!” said another man as he—alongside a few other men—blocked her path.
It was evident that after seeing how beautiful both of them were, the men were having all sorts of cunning thoughts.
While such incidents were common, Gerald found himself stopping dead in his tracks.
‘…Why did it sound so much like her…?’
Hearing their ally’s screams of pain, the rest of the youths instantly went on the attack!
However, after taking turns punching Gerald’s chest, all of them ended up yelping in pain as they held onto their hurt fists. All of them were now staring at Gerald, deeply afraid.
Punching him felt like they were punching a mountain rather than an actual human… Feeling that their bones would get fractured if they continued punching him, they all simultaneously wondered what kind of body he even had.
“If you don’t want to die, leave this instant!” growled Gerald in a frigid tone.
Gulping, all of them then held on to their hurt hands as they ran away rather pitifully. After all, upon seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, escaping was the only logical answer! How utterly frightening!
Once the men ran off, the two women looked at their savior, feeling extremely grateful.
“Thank you for saving us, mister!” said one of the women as Gerald lowered his cap even further.
Shaking his head, Gerald then looked down before replying, “It’s fine. Now head back!”
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