Somewhere deep in the lands of Ionia, hidden behind mountains and trees, stood a young woman in front of an older man. The woman's expression exuded sadness, but also determination as she stood confidently, watching the man in front of her closely.

The man was wrapped in bluish cloths and armor, a mask hiding his face and a big sword was attached to his back. He stood completely still, his body not showing any motion as he silently cast his gaze down on the smaller person.

Finally, after a minute of silence, he spoke up.

"Is this really what you want, Akali?"

Said woman shifted slightly as the man's eyes bore into hers through the slits in his mask, but when she opened her mouth to answer, a finality accompanied every word.

"Yes, I want to go and find my own path. The Order, or what is left of it holds no future for me."

Another moment of silence fell between them, and Akali could see her master think deeply about her words.

Eventually, he sighed.

"Very well."

She let out the breath she had been holding, finally relaxing her body while a small smile graced her lips. She had been expecting more resistance from her master, but she was not complaining.

"But before you go, there is something I want you to have."

Shen took a step back and removed his mask in one smooth motion. He tuned to look at Akali, his eyes sad but accepting.

"Should there ever be a time where you require my assistance, destroy this."

He pressed a small ball into her hands, and Akali could feel faint magical energy reside in the object.

"Now go."

Akali looked at her now former master again, and her heart became heavy. This man had been like a father to her. To just suddenly leave like that felt wrong.

Before emotions threatened to overwhelm her, she rushed up to the taller man, hugging him tightly. She knew that it was unbecoming of a ninja to show such physical affection, but in that moment, neither of them cared.

"We will meet again if that's what the stars desire. Thank you for everything, Shen."

She clutched the ball tightly as she let go of him, jumping away into the forest as silent tears streaming down her face.

Akali never saw Shen's own tears wet the ground.

"Live well, Akali."

"Thank you for everything!" The bartender said as he shook Narlou's hand with both of his, a big smile on his face.

"I- no. We apologize that we can't properly compensate you for your troubles."

"Don't worry about it. I don't want any reward. Rather, I should thank you for the hospitality. Not everyone would've been as understanding as you are."

Yasuo nodded enthusiastically with Yone silently smiling next to him.

"Yes! Thank you!"

Narlou let go of the man's hands, stretching one last time with a satisfied sigh as his unused muscles rewarded him with a pleasant shiver. The time it took his wounds to heal had left his body yearning for any kind of strain, so he was quite excited to go back to traveling.

"Now then, shall we go kids?"

Receiving two nods in return, they gave their goodbyes to the bartender and went outside, only to come to a sudden stop. All of the remaining villagers had gathered into a small crown outside, immediately shouting their thanks and coming up to shake his hand as he stepped out of the tavern.

It was more than half an hour later when he was done with listening to all the peoples' thanks and denying gifts, but instead of being annoyed, a big smile was adorning his face. This was exactly what he wanted to do. Helping people, saving lives.

'This is what Ethron and Sonya would've done.'

Finally, he and the kids left the village, a satisfied feeling settling in his mind.

"Are you feeling well?"

"For the hundredth time, I'm alright Yone. My body heals quite fast." Narlou answered the concerned Yone's question teasingly.

It had taken a day or two, but his wounds had healed, and his mana had regenerated. He was feeling well and healthy, more so than ever.

"Does than mean that we can spar again?" Yasuo asked excitedly as he jumped around him and Yone, being the bundle of energy that he usually was.

"Yes, but I've actually been thinking about doing something else with you guys."

Both teens perked up, obviously curious about what he meant.

"I was planning on teaching you magic."

They stopped in their tracks.

"REALLY?!" They shouted at the same time, making Narlou wince at the volume of their voices.

"Yes. You already have a sword style that uses wind magic, so once you actually learn wind and enhancement magic, your powers will increase immensely."

He could see stars appear in their eyes, only feeling a tiny bit bad for having to burst their bubble.

"But you need to unlock your mana first, which usually takes at least a few months, maybe even years."

Their faces fell simultaneously, causing Narlou to let out a quiet snicker.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you will unlock it in no time." It may have sounded like empty words, but he genuinely believed them to be very talented.

Not only did his senses tell him that, but he could also see it in the speed the improved at whenever they had a mock-fight.

He would guess that two weeks was all they needed to unlock it.

"Oh well, we will have to do it eventually, so might as well get over with it." Yasuo groaned, clearly not keen on the idea.

"That's the spirit! Alright now, listen closely, because I'm going to explain it only once."

The kids immediately stopped their act of unenthusiasm and paid close attention to his words.

"Have you ever heard of meditating?"

The kids nodded, and Narlou nodded along approvingly, deliberately not thinking about the time Charly had asked him the same question back at Drugne.

"Unlocking your mana is like finding a treasure. Somewhere deep inside of you is the origin of your mana, you just need to find it. It feels different for everyone, so if let's say Yone finds his mana and it feels like a wild snowstorm, it doesn't mean that it is the same for you Yasuo. Now, how to find it is something that is a bit more difficult to explain. I'm sure that there are many answers to that question, but I can only tell the way I did it."

Narlou noticed with amusement how they hung onto his every word like a lifeline.

"I tried to do it by aligning my mind and my senses. I wanted to feel, see, smell and hear everything at once, while also thinking about nothing. By doing that, I was able to feel everything inside my body simultaneously. That was how I found my mana."

The two teens just stared at him, before Yasuo eventually broke the silence.

"Why do I have the feeling like you made it sound much easier than it actually was?"

Narlou just chuckled, smiling innocently.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"If I may ask, how long did you take using that method?"

It was a question asked by Yone, and Narlou found himself hesitating. There was nothing he wanted to hide from the kids, but that information might be very dangerous if the wrong people got their hands on it.

A sudden idea made him smirk.

"How about we make a game out of it? I will tell you once you unlock your mana, but only if you do it in under a month."

"Under a month? Didn't you just say that it takes most people years?" Yasuo asked incredulously.

"So? You are my students, so if you can't at least do that then you are not worth my time." He joked, receiving a light punch into his side from the little brother.

"I will show you just who you are messing with. Give me three weeks and I'll do it!"

"Sure you will." Yone interjected half-heartedly, still deep in thought about what Narlou had told them.

"We will make a camp once the sun goes down. You can start meditating then." Narlou told them as they went alongside a small river.

"Let's do some physical training for now, shall we?"

He suddenly started running, the teens taking a second before they ran after him.

"Whoever touches me fist will be the first one to spar with me!"

The kids doubled their speed, and they ran for at least an hour before the energy bundle called Yasuo finally caught up to him.

"Got you!"

The spars that followed took the rest of the day, and they decided to just make a small camp where they were sparring.

"Alright kids, remember what I've told you, but if you notice that it doesn't work, try your own method."

Yasuo and Yone nodded, both of them sitting on the mossy ground with their legs crossed and their eyes closed.

"Then start now."

The forest was enveloped in silence except for the birds singing and the trees swaying in the gentle wind. Narlou sat down on a tree stump a bit away from the brothers, not wanting to disturb them.

Finally, for the first time in days, Narlou had some time for himself, and he wanted to spend that time looking through the messages from his fight with the spirit.

His eyes widened as a mass of windows appeared in his vision.

You have defeated a Spirit for the first time!

You have obtained "Spirit's Sorrow"!
A bracelet that increases your damage to Spirit type enemies.

A beautiful golden bracelet with a pale blue gem at the top suddenly appeared in his hand, startling him.

'Damn, that's useful.'

It would certainly help a lot if he ever fought another one of those, but for now Narlou put it into his inventory. He didn't particularly feel like answering questions about where he suddenly got such an expensive looking bracelet.

With a satisfied smile, he continued with the next window.

You have risked your life to protect the people you love!
+ 5 points in every stat, +1 timeless Rank Point

Note: Due to complications with your powers, Rank Points have been updated to 'timeless' after you left the army. You may still spend them, but they won't disappear after a certain amount of time.

Narlou let a gentle smile grace his lips.

Sure, the reward itself was nice and all, but the fact that he'd even been rewarded for something like that meant that the system or whoever controlled it was not some evil monster that laughed at other people's despair.

The thing about timeless rank points was also very good to see, because he could not spend them all in the span of a day like he did back during the war. He would now be able to spend them one by one while slowly adjusting to his powers.

Your Enhancement Magic has leveled up!

'Hmm. Must've happened during the battle.' Narlou thought with furrowed brows.

Luckily for him, enhancement magic was much, much less corruptive. He couldn't even begin to imagine what would've happened if his Pure Mana had ranked up instead.

'I would not be here right now, that's for sure.'

He let his eyes wander over the text again before dismissing it with a thought.

'I wonder why it's not as corruptive. Maybe because it doesn't require nearly as much mana to use?'

He shook his head with a small sight. There was still plenty of time to think about that later.

You have absorbed the essence of the enemy you have defeated!
+ 15 levels

You have reached a milestone (120 lvl)!
+1 Rank Point

You have reached a milestone (125 lvl)!
+1 Rank Point

You have reached a milestone (130 lvl)!
+1 Rank Point

"Sheesh." Narlou muttered in astonishment.

The 15 level ups had left him with 215 stat points and 9 rank points, and while he couldn't spend the latter quite yet, Narlou could very well spend his massive number of the former that he had amassed from his rampage during the war and his fight against the spirit.

He suddenly stopped his thoughts and slapped a hand against his forehead.

"I'm such an Idiot."

He'd just realized that he could've made the battle against the spirit much easier if he had just spent his stat points from the war.

'Eh, whatever. A win's a win.'

Focusing back on the task at hand, his first thought was to put them all into mind. It would be a huge help with controlling the corruption, but it also seemed like a waste to just put all his points into the stat like that. He was sure that he could slowly regain his control over the mana again with some training.

'Plus, it would be dumb to not make myself stronger when I literally just barely won a fight a few days ago.'

He shrugged.

'Doesn't mean I can't put any points into mind though.'

With that, Narlou dumped 65 points into said stat, and the change happened instantaneously.

His head became much clearer, and his thoughts became more organized. But the biggest change by far was the lack of stress. It was as if someone had taken some of his burdens away and just incinerated them.

"Fucking worth it." He said with a satisfied sigh, turning his head to look at the already quite dark and star-filled night sky.

The beauty of it made him smile. He had come to love the sight of the it during his short time traveling through Ionia, and he would spend some minutes looking at it whenever his thoughts were messing with his fragile mind.

It was calming.

He found his gaze drawn to a few of the white dots standing closer to each other than the rest, and with a bit of imagination, he could make out a big rift that stretched over a small part of the sky. With a childish smile, he imagined a giant monster crawling out of the cosmic opening to come and devour the world.

He couldn't help but chuckle quietly as he teared his gaze away from the beauty of it all. There was still plenty of time to look at it after he had finished the task at hand. It wasn't like the sky would suddenly vanish.

Throwing a glance at the still meditating teens, he focused back on his stats and quickly distributed the rest.

Name: Narlou

Age: 18

Level: 132

Stats:

-Strength: 155

-Agility: 155

-Dexterity: 155

-Mind: 170

-Sense: 152

Lightly pulling at the fabric of his shirt that was now clinging to his body after his muscle mass had increased once again, he let out an amused sigh, turning back towards the screen.

'What can I say, I've always liked to balance-WHAT?!'

When the fuck had he turned 18?!

He stared at the number for a few moments, any thoughts of getting a new shirt completely forgotten. He didn't feel any different, but to think that he had turned 18 was quite the shocker for the young man. He had been dealing with so many things ever since he first got those powers that he didn't even have time to think about something like age.

Still, he smiled happily. He was now an adult, a real man.

It could only go up from here.

Riven was confused.

The Noxian army had won the final battle. Well, the Ionian's had run away with their tail between their legs like the cowards they were, but they would have won either way eventually.

They had split into a few smaller armies after that to chase after the fleeing Ionians, wanting to make sure that they had no loose ends, and Riven had taken over one part of those smaller armies. She and the thousand men behind her had marched deep into the admittedly beautiful forest of Ionia, but that was not why Riven was confused.

No, the reason for her skepticism was the existence of a wagon that Emystan, a big shot in the Noxian army, had insisted on taking with them. It carried something that Riven could not identify, but it made her danger senses obtained from hundreds of battles tingle uncomfortably.

"Riven." The monotone voice of Fren, a loyal and longtime follower of her unit called out.

She turned to look at him, and he pointed at the sky with his eyes narrowed. Following his finger, Riven found herself frown.

"Fuck."

Big clouds were gathering above their heads, meaning it would soon start to raid quite heavily.

"Should we stop for now?" Fren asked, but a voice interrupted their conversation before Riven could even answers.

"Of course not. What is a little rain for us Noxians?"

Riven had to keep herself from rolling her eyes as the reason for the wagon's existence approached them, an arrogant grin on his face. She noticed with slight interest that another man was also following behind him, though she didn't give him much attention. Instead, she leveled Emystan with a questioning look that somehow still managed to show how annoyed she was by his presence.

"This is Ruster, someone that I feel like you should get to know."

Instead of telling him and his little follower to fuck off, she sighed and fully turned to them.

"Nice to meet you."

Ruster's eyes lit up in delight as he rushed over to her from behind Emystan's big figure, grabbing her hands and shaking them with passion.

She immediately pulled away with brows twitching, but the man called Ruster didn't even seem to notice her look and instead started speaking as if nothing had happened.

"I'm Ruster, glad to finally meet you miss Riven! I do have to say, you look quite beautiful despite your scary reputation!"

She rolled her eyes with a tick mark appearing on her forehead, not feeling a single thing from those empty words. Enough men had tried to get into her pants and this one was certainly not going to be the one to actually do it.

"Get to the point."

"O-oh right! I'm an alchemist from Zaun! Emystan employed me for that over there." He pointed at the wagon.

"He might sound a bit crazy, but he's actually a genius." Emystan whispered into her ear from besides her, causing an uncomfortable shiver to run down her spine.

What's with all those men and getting into her personal space today?!

"S-so if there is anything you need my help for, please ask and I shall answer!"

Riven would most certainly not ask this guy anything, even if she needed help.

"Alright."

A heavy silence fell over them and it was pretty obvious for anyone in the vicinity that Riven wanted them to fuck off.

"Well then, this was lovely and all, but we still have some things to discuss, so see you later!" Emystan waved as he and the alchemist hurried away, the latter throwing some perverted glances back at her over his shoulder.

"Fucking creep." She mumbled, only now noticing that Fren was still standing near her.

"So, I guess we will keep moving?"

Riven just nodded, throwing another glance at the wagon. After what the Zaunite had said, she felt even more uncomfortable that before.

Just what was on that wagon for an alchemist to be needed?

As they kept walking, rain eventually started to pour onto their heads from thick clouds above them. The white-haired leader didn't care much, but it wasn't doing the small army any favors with the ground becoming muddy and difficult to walk on.

Just as she finished that thought, the winds started to pick up and deafening thunder drowned out every other noise for a second.

Riven did not flinch. She was a grown woman and a champion, and champions didn't flinch from a that.

Another loud boom shook the skies and Rived shrunk into herself.

Okay, maybe she was a bit scared, but everyone had their weaknesses, right?

Her hopes of her reaction remaining unseen vanished as she noticed Fren smirking at her from the side.

How embarrassing.

The ground eventually started to get so muddy that walking was becoming exceedingly difficult, and the soldiers were getting tired all around her. But they could not rest yet.

A look around showed why.

They had somehow marched right into a valley while the storm had hidden the hills left and right of her army and Riven could not order a pause here. It was a perfect point for ambushes, and while she was quite confident that the Ionian strays would not dare to attack them even with such an advantage, her instincts as a general and fighter told her otherwise.

So, they kept moving through the mud and rain as fast as they could.

"Riven! Miss Riven!" A random soldier shouted her name, causing her to turn around, facing the out of breath man that came to a stop before her.

"The wagon, it got stuck!"

Riven frowned. So what if the wagon was stuck?

"Just leave it, we have to keep moving."

"Sir Emystan insisted that we cannot move without the wagon!"

Riven's frown deepened. Who the fuck was that guy to risk their lives for a useless wagon?!

"Then I'll go talk to him."

She strode though the mud and past the exhausted soldiers, eventually reaching the wagon that was stuck in the wet soil. Dozens of men were already pulling and pushing, but it wouldn't even budge.

"Emystan, what the fuck are you doing?!"

The man looked up from where he was shouting at a young-looking soldier and ran up to her, his face twisted into an ugly snarl.

"We will not leave without the wagon! Do you know how much it cost me to build that thing?!"

The champion's eyebrow twitched dangerously.

"Are you seriously complaining about money right now? Look around you, dumbass! We are stuck in a valley! If the Ionians were to attack now, we would be fucked!"

"They can attack for all I care! We are not moving until-!"

He suddenly stopped, and Riven's eyes widened. Her worst fear had just come true.

"EVERYONE INTO DEFENDING POSITION!" She shouted over the loud rain, causing the people who could hear her to move immediately.

The Ionian's were attacking. Hundreds upon hundreds of them were appearing on the hills and Riven could feel the color draining from her already pale face. There had to be at least as many as their small army had, and the realization hit Riven like a Noxian battle-axe. There was a good chance that they could get wiped out here.

But there was no time to think. Rived drew her sword. No matter how the Ionian's had done it, she would not go down without a fight!

And a fight it most certainly was.

Slashing with her massive sword and kicking with all her power, Riven decimated the enemies like it was nothing. Men went flying whenever she struck, fellow Noxians became more motivated whenever she let out another shout of anger and the Ionians were avoiding her like a plague as she kept killing and destroying.

But despite her best efforts, it was not enough. Her men were hopelessly overrun with the position disadvantage, and they had lost half their numbers not long after, while the Ionians just seemed to increase even more in numbers. Every Ionian she cut down was just replaced by two others, and it might not have posed a problem for the powerful champion, but the rest of her army were not even close to her level.

The battle had been lost the moment they had stepped into that damned valley. She should have not listened to Emystan.

Riven kicked another man away from her and was about to strike him down, when her senses tickled her mind, making her look towards an arrow that was flying through the air. It was just a fire arrow, and it wasn't even heading for her.

So why was she feeling so anxious as she watched it fly towards the wagon?

She observed closely as it eventually hit, and the whole valley descended into chaos as a massive explosion that shook the mountains sprayed toxic liquids and purple fire everywhere.

Only through years of battle experience and the blessing of a champion did Riven active the runes on her sword in time to stick it into the ground and press herself against it, hoping that it would defend her from the cursed bomb.

It did, but not as well as she had hoped to. None of the toxic chemicals hit her body as they were blocked by the sword, but the explosion threw her away not a second later, causing her body to crash into a big rock at full speed.

Normally, this wouldn't even be close to enough to take her down, but the impact must've damaged a certain spot in her spine, because she couldn't feel her limbs anymore.

She had survived, but she could not move an inch.

Anger and betrayal flooded her body like a tidal wave and Riven silently cursed the Noxians with every word she knew. But it did nothing, and she had to watch with desperate eyes and a blurry vision as a few remaining Ionians slowly approached her, weapons drawn and ready to kill.

The young woman closed her eyes as she felt her consciousness slip away, and she realized something that made her mind numb with terror. She would die here, there was no doubt about it.

As someone who spent most of their time on the battlefield, Riven had thought a lot about how she would die, and in her fantasies, she had always died with honor against a strong opponent, and she had always looked death into the eye without any fear.

But right now, she was more scared than she could ever remember.

She didn't want to die!

Finally, as she heard the men come to a stop before her, she fell unconscious, tears streaming down her face.

What a cruel world.

Narlou lowered himself towards the ground one last time as sweat ran down his naked upper body, huffing quietly in exhaustion as he pushed himself up again with enough force to land back on his two feet. One-handed pushups in a handstand sure were taxing.

Your Strength and Dexterity have increased by 1!

He glanced at the message before mentally dismissing it, sighing as he quietly walked over to the still meditating kids.

'This took way too long.' He thought with a flash of annoyance, but it vanished just as quickly as it came.

He had been training ever since the brothers had started their meditation, which had been almost 5 hours ago, and all he got for his efforts were one measly point in Dexterity and Strength.

Another few days had passed since he had last distributed his stat points, and the young man had been training himself to exhaustion every day since. But despite putting as much energy as possible into every pushup, despite straining his legs to the point where they were trembling after another run and despite punching the thickest trees as hard as he could until his knuckles bled, his growth was not nearly as fast as he wished.

With the points he received just a minute ago, Narlou had gotten a total of 4 points in strength, 2 in Agility and 3 in Dexterity. It was frustrating.

Now, he obviously knew that training with his body could only get him so far, but to only grow that little for pushing himself to his limits each time was not what Narlou envisioned when he began his training.

"Whatever, I'll figure something out."

He was about to seat himself onto the ground to cool off from his training, when his senses went haywire. Jumping up with narrowed eyes, he was surprised to find no one there to attack them. Quickly glancing at the kids, he found them still sitting next to each other, silently meditating.

'What the fuck?'

He closed his eyes and let his senses go out to explore what it was that set him off that strongly, finding nothing of interest in the near surroundings. Still, his senses were telling him that something important was happening nearby, so he spread his senses further.

His eyes suddenly snapped open. There was a fight nearby, and quite a big one from what he could sense. Throwing another look at the kids, he quickly cast a small but durable barrier of pure mana around them before dashing off to investigate the fight.

He reached the edge of a big hill rather quickly, giving him a perfect view of the valley beneath him, and his eyes widened.

He had expected everything from a tribe fighting against another tribe to maybe a group of bandits attack some wandering traders, but never in a hundred years did he expect to see the sight that played out before him.

Noxians and Ionians were fighting down in the valley, their swords and axes glistening in the rain. He recognized the Noxian armor from the foot soldiers immediately, and the typical Ionian fighting style that the other group used was a dead giveaway of their identity.

He wanted to quickly go back and just forget this before certain memories resurfaced, not wanting to see the slaughtering of so many people again, but something made him stop. The Ionians were winning, and it was not even close.

A sudden spike of dense mana turned Narlou's attention to a single person fighting off wave after wave of Ionian soldiers in the middle of the valley.

He didn't know why, but he could immediately tell that person was a champion.

Every thought of leaving was forgotten as he continued to watch the champion fight with awe filling his mind. The only person he had ever seen who could match that kind of strength was Darius.

A sudden feeling of danger made him look around as with furrowed brows. Narlou knew better that to ignore his instincts, so he quickly created another barrier of pure mana around him, ignoring the slight tug of pain in his mind.

Talking about mana, Narlou still struggled with the corruption, but it had gotten slightly better after his points in the mind stat and the training he had done over the last few days. He had done some small spells whenever he had time to do so, trying to get control over it again, and it worked, but only very slowly. He could still not do any bigger spells without fearing corruption.

Suddenly, the sense of danger he got increased tenfold. His keen eyes spotted the fire arrow way before it hit its target, and they narrowed as he took a step back, putting just a big more power into the barrier.

It paid off as the explosion that followed shook the ground and rattled the trees, but his attention was on something else. The entire valley had been covered in some kind of green acid that melted away everyone who had been hit.

It was a horrific sight. People were screaming and begging for help as the liquid tore away their skin and muscle, and it took less than a few seconds for the air surrounding the valley to smell like burnt skin and rotten corpses.

The entire place had gone from shouts and clashes of blades to depressing silence in the matter of seconds.

Narlou shook his head at the sight, quickly scanning the area for any survivors. To his surprise, a few Ionians appeared to be still alive, though they looked anything but healthy. Their bodies were burned and the spirts were broken, but they were alive.

While he observed the gathering survivors, Narlou only noticed another survivor when the dozen or so remaining Ionians approached them.

His eyes widened. It was the champion!

The person that he now recognized to be female was laying still next to a big rock, but Narlou could still feel the mana coming off of her in weak waves, meaning that she was alive.

In that moment, something came over him. He might despise all Noxians because of their violent nature and lust for battle, but something about the way she had fought hat moved something deep within him. She had been fighting even when it was clear that the battle was lost, and Narlou wouldn't have doubted that she would have actually won this battle if not for the explosion.

He could somehow relate to her in ways he couldn't explain, but that was more than enough for him. He should not judge every person just because they were Noxian anyways.

So, he charged down the hill faster than the eye could track, appearing between the Ionians and the champion in less than a second.

"I would have to ask you to let her live." His voice was gentle, but he still put some power behind it to show that he was not someone to be messed with.

The Ionians could apparently feel it too, and they gave him hate-filled sneers.

"This has nothing to do with you! Fuck off kid!" The person Narlou assumed to be the leader snarled at him.

He could understand them very well. They had just lost everything they had, and they needed something to let out their anger on, but Narlou couldn't allow them to kill the woman, no matter how much he understood them.

"Please just leave. Killing her will not bring you the satisfaction that you seek."

They looked at him for a tense moment, before the leader finally spoke up again, his voice sounding broken.

"Fine, let's go."

He watched them turn away with sad eyes. They didn't deserve this, but there was nothing he could do to help them.

With a sigh, he turned towards the woman behind him, only now noticing the huge sword next to her. There were some runes engraved on it, and he could feel some weak magical power from the sword, so he decided to put it in his inventory for the time being.

Without wasting more time, Narlou picked up the surprisingly light body of the champion and ran back to the brothers at full speed, wanting to get out of the cursed valley as soon as possible.

He reached the small camp soon after, and sure enough, Yone and Yasuo were still meditating.

With a small but fond smile, he laid the woman down on her stomach on a patch of wet grass to look for any wounds. A few quick cuts with his knife later and the blood drenched top was removed, showing deep wounds covering her back and a deranged spine that was broken into pieces by the looks of it.

Narlou would've been nervous about healing her since he lacked lots of knowledge on the topic of first aid, but as it turned out, he didn't even need to do so. Slowly but surely, he could see the broken bones merge beneath the skin and the wounds closing up. It was going very slow, but it was still happening without him doing anything.

'Is this the power of a champion?'

It would make sense for champions to have fast regeneration, but this was just ridiculous. Most normal people or even seasoned warriors would have died from those wounds or would have not been able to move for at least a few weeks. Yet, here was this champion that just regenerated such a severe wound without doing anything.

'I'm not jealous. Nope. Not at all.'

As he stared at the healing process with fascination, he also finally paid attention to the person herself for the first time since he had seen her. There was not much to see since she was laying on her stomach, but Narlou still found himself admiring her pretty white hair that reached her shoulders and her slim but fit body. Her small waist matched perfectly with her wide hips, and he found himself staring at her heart-shaped ass for good minute before he finally managed to look away.

'I don't see sexy woman every day! Me being interested in the female body is perfectly natural!' He tried to justify himself with a blush, only to blush even more when he realized that he was pretty much checking out an unconscious woman that could do absolutely nothing about it.

She was what Narlou would have called a perfect mix of cute and sexy if not for the way she had slaughtered enemies with extreme efficiency.

Well, She was still cute and sexy despite the killing.

'What the hell am I thinking about.' He interrupted his thoughts with another blush. 'Am I really that desperate?'

Oh, who was he kidding. He had become a pervert ever since the bar lady back in Noxus had asked him for a quick fuck. The only reason why it hadn't been that noticeable was because he had been too focused on the war going on, not to mention that he had barely met any woman that he would consider good looking.

'Well, that one assassin girl who tried to kill me and Blesk back during the war was really fucking cute. I wonder what happened with her?'

Shaking his head and standing up, he walked to the log from before and sat down on it again. If the woman didn't need his help with healing and the kids were still meditating, there was nothing to do for him but wait and practice his mana.

He was not scared that she would cause trouble when she woke up for obvious reasons, but he still watcher her carefully just in case.

Now he only needed to find out how he was going to explain her to the kids.