Nobody reviewed the last chapter.... c'est la vi. This one is a little longer.
I didn't realize just how big the Mandalia Plains are until I had to walk across them. I don't see anymore people after the fight, but I know that if I wait just fifteen minuets I will see someone coming.
I decide to head toward Igros. Since I have plenty of time to spend in Ivalice, there is no hurry to see all there is to see. I know it will come in time.
You may be wondering why I am making this trip, this long and arduous journey, to be on this magic continent. The answer is simple: power. My whole objective is to compile all the skills I can find and turn them into the most powerful job/class: the All Skills command. Of course, the problem is what do I do when I've acquired this skill.
When I reach Igros, I decide to start by seeing the sights. At the present time, there is no way for me to gain access to those VIP's in Igros that have the harder skills to obtain, such as the Holy Knight skills. Finding Thunder God Cid would be a good idea, as copy the All Swordskills command would save a lot of time, but I do not know where he is. Something to pursue in the future.
I visit Balbanes Beoulve's grave. After I clear away the fungus that has grown around his grave, I arrange a few flowers that I picked on the way. I would have bought some, but I am flat broke. I stand in silence for a while at the lonely grave.
On my way out of the graveyard I see a young man, no older than 25, with short blonde hair, brown eyes, a blue blouse under a Maximillian, and a Chaos Sword sheathed at his side that would be expected of the last living Beoulve. As we pass by each other, we look into the other's eyes, and we can, for a moment, understand each other. Though I know I need his special squire skills, I decide it can wait until a later time. There is such a thing as waiting for the appropriate times.
As I walk through the streets, I notice a few knights and samurai following a flower girl. I know I should stay out of it. I know it is none of my business. I know it is not a part of my quest, but unfortunately for me, my heart almost always wins out over my brain. So, I follow them.
The closer I get, the more I realize what kind of trouble I have gotten myself into. These guys aren't amateurs, like the thieves were. These guys are pros. There are six of them in all, four knights and two samurai. All of them are finely outfitted with the best money can buy. Full Crystal Mail and Rune Blades for the knights, and Light Robes and Kikuichimojis for the samurai. Who knows what secondary skills they have equipped? I can tell that with my monk skills alone I cannot possibly handle all of them, but where am I going to get help, or at least more skills? I decide to just help anyway. Even if I die, the only thing I will lose is time and effort, neither of which are exhaustible resources.
Once there is no one around, the knights and samurai surround the flower girl. She quickly figures out the peril she is in, though I can't say if she knows why or not.
Finally, she stops and confronts them. "What do you want from me?" She shouts at them.
One of the samurai, obviously the leader of the group, steps forward to speak. "Just give us the stone and no one will get hurt," he says with a grin and a snicker.
"This?" She asks, pulling out a small, perfectly white sphere. It can't be a zodiac stone, it's far too small, but based on the subtle glow coming from it and the samurai's strong insistence, it must have some significance. "But my mother gave this to me. It doesn't do anything anyway, it's useless."
"Hey, we just follow orders, and our orders are to bring that stone back. So, hand it over or die!"
"The only one who's going to die here is you!" Someone shouts stepping out of the shadows to the left of me, drawing out the biggest sword I have ever seen, not only in length but in width, as well. He has blonde, spiky hair going every which way, weird jewelry that I suppose could pass for armor, a bangle of some kind, purple baggy pants, and a dark, nearly black, purple cloak that only covers the right half of his body.
"I'm not going to let you hurt her either," the youngest Beoulve says, also walking out of the shadows across the way from me, pulling out his Chaos Blade.
"They're not alone," I say, also stepping out of the shadows, powering up a Wave Fist I hope will be strong enough to take a few of them down.
Ramza, the Beoulve, screams as he charges a knight, his sword in position to deal a massive blow. Spiky Hair starts to power up an attack, what, I don't know. I've never seen his style before. I throw my Wave Fist at the lead samurai, knocking him back into the other one.
I guess Ramza is more used to fighting than I. He doesn't hesitate at all as he slices the knight clean in two, his head rolling one way and his body falling the other. I hold back my vomit and attack the samurai. They aren't as tough as they look. A few well placed punches and kicks and one of them is down for the count. The other one, the leader, turns out to be a bit tougher.
I am about to copy the samurai's skills, when the leader slashes me in the back. Since all I have on are the cloths I got in my last fight, this hurt. This hurt a lot. I turned around, eyes aflame with anger, and start my deadliest move, Secret Fist. I hit the samurai with it straight in the face. He slowly falls to his knees, his eyes rolling back into his head, and his face thuds as it hits the ground. My anger expunged, I come back to my senses, and realize what I have done. I have killed a man. It's the first time I've ever done something like that. Before I just knocked them out, but now he's dead. I start to throw up while the battle rages around me.
When I finally finish, everything is over. I make the motions of copying the samurai's skills, but I'm not really thinking about it. Ramza and Spiky Hair have gone to comfort the girl. I am completely forgotten. I'm fine with that. I'm used to it.
I take all of the samurai's katanas and a Light Robe. I walk down the street like a zombie, just stumbling along, knocking into people and buildings. It's not until I've wandered into the dead end of an alleyway and hit the wall that I realize I'm falling.... falling. And I hit the ground, already unconscious.
I didn't realize just how big the Mandalia Plains are until I had to walk across them. I don't see anymore people after the fight, but I know that if I wait just fifteen minuets I will see someone coming.
I decide to head toward Igros. Since I have plenty of time to spend in Ivalice, there is no hurry to see all there is to see. I know it will come in time.
You may be wondering why I am making this trip, this long and arduous journey, to be on this magic continent. The answer is simple: power. My whole objective is to compile all the skills I can find and turn them into the most powerful job/class: the All Skills command. Of course, the problem is what do I do when I've acquired this skill.
When I reach Igros, I decide to start by seeing the sights. At the present time, there is no way for me to gain access to those VIP's in Igros that have the harder skills to obtain, such as the Holy Knight skills. Finding Thunder God Cid would be a good idea, as copy the All Swordskills command would save a lot of time, but I do not know where he is. Something to pursue in the future.
I visit Balbanes Beoulve's grave. After I clear away the fungus that has grown around his grave, I arrange a few flowers that I picked on the way. I would have bought some, but I am flat broke. I stand in silence for a while at the lonely grave.
On my way out of the graveyard I see a young man, no older than 25, with short blonde hair, brown eyes, a blue blouse under a Maximillian, and a Chaos Sword sheathed at his side that would be expected of the last living Beoulve. As we pass by each other, we look into the other's eyes, and we can, for a moment, understand each other. Though I know I need his special squire skills, I decide it can wait until a later time. There is such a thing as waiting for the appropriate times.
As I walk through the streets, I notice a few knights and samurai following a flower girl. I know I should stay out of it. I know it is none of my business. I know it is not a part of my quest, but unfortunately for me, my heart almost always wins out over my brain. So, I follow them.
The closer I get, the more I realize what kind of trouble I have gotten myself into. These guys aren't amateurs, like the thieves were. These guys are pros. There are six of them in all, four knights and two samurai. All of them are finely outfitted with the best money can buy. Full Crystal Mail and Rune Blades for the knights, and Light Robes and Kikuichimojis for the samurai. Who knows what secondary skills they have equipped? I can tell that with my monk skills alone I cannot possibly handle all of them, but where am I going to get help, or at least more skills? I decide to just help anyway. Even if I die, the only thing I will lose is time and effort, neither of which are exhaustible resources.
Once there is no one around, the knights and samurai surround the flower girl. She quickly figures out the peril she is in, though I can't say if she knows why or not.
Finally, she stops and confronts them. "What do you want from me?" She shouts at them.
One of the samurai, obviously the leader of the group, steps forward to speak. "Just give us the stone and no one will get hurt," he says with a grin and a snicker.
"This?" She asks, pulling out a small, perfectly white sphere. It can't be a zodiac stone, it's far too small, but based on the subtle glow coming from it and the samurai's strong insistence, it must have some significance. "But my mother gave this to me. It doesn't do anything anyway, it's useless."
"Hey, we just follow orders, and our orders are to bring that stone back. So, hand it over or die!"
"The only one who's going to die here is you!" Someone shouts stepping out of the shadows to the left of me, drawing out the biggest sword I have ever seen, not only in length but in width, as well. He has blonde, spiky hair going every which way, weird jewelry that I suppose could pass for armor, a bangle of some kind, purple baggy pants, and a dark, nearly black, purple cloak that only covers the right half of his body.
"I'm not going to let you hurt her either," the youngest Beoulve says, also walking out of the shadows across the way from me, pulling out his Chaos Blade.
"They're not alone," I say, also stepping out of the shadows, powering up a Wave Fist I hope will be strong enough to take a few of them down.
Ramza, the Beoulve, screams as he charges a knight, his sword in position to deal a massive blow. Spiky Hair starts to power up an attack, what, I don't know. I've never seen his style before. I throw my Wave Fist at the lead samurai, knocking him back into the other one.
I guess Ramza is more used to fighting than I. He doesn't hesitate at all as he slices the knight clean in two, his head rolling one way and his body falling the other. I hold back my vomit and attack the samurai. They aren't as tough as they look. A few well placed punches and kicks and one of them is down for the count. The other one, the leader, turns out to be a bit tougher.
I am about to copy the samurai's skills, when the leader slashes me in the back. Since all I have on are the cloths I got in my last fight, this hurt. This hurt a lot. I turned around, eyes aflame with anger, and start my deadliest move, Secret Fist. I hit the samurai with it straight in the face. He slowly falls to his knees, his eyes rolling back into his head, and his face thuds as it hits the ground. My anger expunged, I come back to my senses, and realize what I have done. I have killed a man. It's the first time I've ever done something like that. Before I just knocked them out, but now he's dead. I start to throw up while the battle rages around me.
When I finally finish, everything is over. I make the motions of copying the samurai's skills, but I'm not really thinking about it. Ramza and Spiky Hair have gone to comfort the girl. I am completely forgotten. I'm fine with that. I'm used to it.
I take all of the samurai's katanas and a Light Robe. I walk down the street like a zombie, just stumbling along, knocking into people and buildings. It's not until I've wandered into the dead end of an alleyway and hit the wall that I realize I'm falling.... falling. And I hit the ground, already unconscious.