《The French Conflict》Chapter 8: Time to Train and get Strong
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After we escorted Camille to her room, I say my final goodbye. Of course, I would come back in 2 weeks but I wouldn't see them until the school start. I had decided to go and train by a couple of mountains very far away. I went around asking for places where I could go and not be disturbed. A lot of people mentioned a forest that was not too long from here. But then I stumbled upon an older man who said I could go to a place called the Morvan Mountains. I got a map to the place and he said it would take around 50 hours to get there! I decided to do it.
I went back to my room and lay on my bed, the room is unexpectedly roomy. I have a desk, a chair. The weirdest of all is that I have a toilet. I didn't think they invented the toilet until the 1850s. There is a possibility that this parallel world has modern inventions like the toilet but is stuck in the politics of the 1800s for whatever reason. I think back to what has happened the last couple of days. Me losing to the Austrian general, passing out and finding new friends when waking up. Fighting Sofia and making an alliance, the Squad 95 tournament, the whole conflict with Camille and Karl. I've been through a lot the last couple of days, both emotionally and physically. But I had no time to rest, I had to go and train so I could beat everybody in the tournament. I throw myself out of the bed and go outside. I lock the door and start walking. It's late now, maybe 8 pm. All the contestants got money to use for equipment and similar stuff, I bought a knife and tried to buy gloves but I could only afford one so I bought it. The only clothes I own are the ones I came to this world with, a hoodie, pants, socks etc. I was probably going to get some kind of uniform at the school start. I walk out of school grounds and say a silent good-bye for now.
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After a couple of hours of walking, I'm really tired. I didn't think I was this out of shape, but to my luck, I see a forest where I can camp. I enter the forest with breeze. Are there no animals here? I take a right after walking and observing, I see a big tree and a big empty space underneath its leaves. I build up a small tent with the help of sticks and stuff I found in the area. I go to a nearby tree to chop some wood, I bring up my knife and swing it. It takes me a lot of time until it finally falls down. I should've bought some more tools. I carry the really heavy wood and try to get it back to my "tent". But it's too heavy to carry in one go, I spend some more time to half the tree. I carry the first half back and put it next to the really big tree. At this point, I would believe it's around 2 am. I get back to the other log, I lift it up and instantly hear something in the bushes. I try to sneak away but the thing in the bush starts to move more and more until it suddenly jumps towards me.
*CRUNCH*, by the nick of time I managed to lift the log high enough so that I blocked the attack. I look at the log and see a wolf biting the wood. It lets go of the log and I drop the log and take a few steps back. I had decided when I fought Sofia that I wouldn't use my power against anyone or anything that's able to feel pain. Only to others who also had powers. The only choice I have is to try and fight this wolf. Besides I need food, don't I? I reach behind my back to grab my knife, the wolf is smart enough to see that this is an opportunity to strike. But I pull out the knife and hit its leg. The wolf squeal in pain as I walk towards it to put it out of its misery. I take up my knife and swing it downwards. Something bites my arm right before I reach the wolf.
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"OOOOOOOOOOOUCH" I scream as I try to throw the thing that bit me away.
I successfully flung the thing away and move back at least 10 meters. I look at my arm and it's completely red, I raise my head to see that "the thing" that bit me was another wolf. I take a look around me and see multiple wolves surrounding me.
"Looks like I'm going to have to fight for everything I have" I say to myself and prepare for the giant battle that is about to commence. This time I go on the offensive, my battle plan is to kill the injured one who seems to be the leader, If I do that they'll probably lose morale and run away. I fly forward fast and in the corner of my eye, I see a wolf starting to move towards me. I elbow it out of my way, it hurt a little because my elbow landed right on its teeth. I forget the pain I have in my left arm and now my elbow. I'm almost at the wolf, all the other wolves start attacking me. Every time they attack I manage to dodge by lowering my head or jumping. But sometimes they succeed and manage to give me a scratch here and there. The wolf that bit me in the left arm moves towards me when I get really close to the leader. It jumps up towards me. It's almost like time stops as I see the wolf get close to me. The other wolves are all around me, biting me and whatnot. I look into its eye and silently apologize, I take up my knife and stab it in the stomach. I don't have a problem with seeing blood but I do have a problem with seeing people and animals hurt. The wolf falls down quickly and bleeds a lot, The other wolves almost stop and look at each other in fear and shock. I keep running and look back. What I see in these wolves eyes is hatred. Hatred for the person who hurt their friend. They start running extra fast. I'm super afraid at this point. I've reached the wolf, I try to stab it but the thing suddenly jumps away and the only thing I manage to stab is the dirt on the ground. One of the wolves in the back reach me and bites my leg harder than the other wolf bit my arm. I scream in agony, until this point I had avoided pain with the help of adrenaline but this surpassed what adrenaline could help. I get a hatred filled look in my eye. In reality, I had no right to be mad at these wolves. after all, I was the one who killed their friend. I snapped. I go fully berserk and start a counter-attack. I couldn't die here! I made a vow to never lose again, didn't I? Dark aura summons around me. I grab onto my knife extra hard and launch towards the wolves, I grab the wolf who bit me and stab it ruthlessly. This wasn't me. I throw the dead wolf away and look into the other wolves eyes with a psychotic look in my eyes. I grab another wolf and throw it into the injured wolf that was trying to attack me. Both of them got fell on top of each other. I try to grab the last wolf but it runs away, so does the "healthy" one who just got thrown. I halt towards the injured one with a grin on my face. It cowers in fear as I stab it multiple times. I stand in the bloodbath with a grin on my face and dark aura around me. After that, I pass out, again
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