"Uh? These clouds, could it be that he is on the move already? Shit, that's bad." I hear the man who had me captive speak a little worried as the skies turn gray, almost as if it were about to start raining out of nowhere, but it seemed like rain wasn't what worried him.
"Who is on the move? Why is it bad?" I ask the man, who snaps at me by pulling on my leash as he starts walking faster. "I need to get rid of this Imperial armor and attire soon, or I will be in the crossfire. Oh, and remember that if I die, you die!" Well, shit, say less, man! I will also hurry up!
How could I refuse to hurry after all he has done to blackmail me, right? And here I thought I was the douchebag. Still, if he could tell that someone was on the move just by seeing some clouds, could that mean someone he knows cast the clouds in place? Because they genuinely came out of thin air; I mean, the day wasn't this cloudy minutes ago.
If someone did cast something like this, then if I compared that to, let's say, Overlord, that would mean the wielder has bat-shit-crazy magical powers; man, I am really starting to regret being blocked out of the system! UGH! It's cool and all that; I am immune to magic, but that also means I will never be able to make the skies rain whenever I want. Now that's a flex!
At the very least, my vampire regeneration isn't tied to magic. I wonder why some things are magical, and some aren't. Do you know what I mean? Why is it that raw healing plants are not considered magical, but if you synthesize them, they suddenly become magical!? I don't get it!
Why would my regeneration be excluded from magical capabilities while there's nothing like it in real life, and by real life, I mean back in the human world I come from? This world is pretty fantasy-like, so you would imagine everything would be magical, but it's not, and I wonder why.
I needed more time and a better place to think about these things. Maybe there was some sort of loophole waiting for me somewhere if I had the chance to look for it. Just as a fun theory, if raw medicinal plants are not magical, then how about poisonous plants? How about some sort of naturally mighty rock or something?
My anti-magic barrier disables anything magically charged or related within milliseconds. Still, healing plants are able to heal me even if slower than usual in the end, which opens my mind to wild thoughts. Could I acquire my own type of magical power to attack back against magical enemies?
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I wondered if meeting this guy's boss wouldn't be such a bad idea. The guy seems naive and doesn't seem to recognize that what he uses to communicate with his boss is literally a cell phone, but I do. Could that mean his boss is also a reincarnation? If he is, could I trust him?
Not to be all too noble or something, it's just a matter of prudence. It's not like we will become instant friends just because we will turn out to come from the same world. After all, he could be someone who hates Japanese people or maybe even a psychopath. It's just caution.
I haven't learned much in this world when it comes to reading people, but if nothing else, I've learned not to trust fucking anyone. No one is genuinely trustworthy. {Stomach Rumble} Ugh! Dang it I am still hungry! To my bad luck, I've lost my stolen bow and knives to the river, so I can't even fetch something myself now! Do I just beg!?
"Uh! Uhm, I know you said we need to move on, but I am starving. Could you give me a knife? I'll fetch my own food; I don't ask for anything else." The guy just looks at me and scoffs as usual as he pulls out a knife, which he uses to cut his own hand. What the hell!?
"I'm sorry, but my blood will have to do for you; we can't stop moving, not with that guy on the move; if he catches me, I am done for. Just come here and drink some of my blood." Man, now I really wondered who the hell could make a fully grown man that afraid! I wanted to know what could have him so nervous as he was.
I mean, the guy is a traitor who would probably get the death penalty for what he has done, and yet he is more afraid of whoever cast the clouds than the punishment of death by the empire; man, just who was on the move!? "What are you waiting for, twat!? Come drink before I change my damn mind!"
And so I took the offering of drinking the guy's blood, which wasn't very pleasant. As expected of a mercenary, his blood had a horrible taste of bitter notes coupled with guilt. You would think all blood would taste the same, but blood has such a wide range of flavors. So far, fresh rabbit and deer blood are the best, with rancid-cured blood being the worst.
I wonder what flavor Chimaru would've been, no! What the hell am I thinking? He was a cowardly, perverse boy. I bet his blood wouldn't have been any good. Besides, I am sure that drinking some of his blood would've killed him, unlike this adult, since kids have way less blood than adults.
As far as my hunger went, I drank around half a liter of the man's blood, so I was packed for the moment, but man, that was hard blood to swallow! I just have this weird aftertaste after drinking the blood of a very corrupt person; still, it's not like I am a saint, so I can't complain, can I?
