He could blast the corpse and fly off. But he didn't. Lowering his power
level as low as he could, he quickly stepped behind some trees. Just in
time. Four people walked into the clearing. They were dressed exactly the
same as the dead warriors. Closing his eyes, he concentrated. He took his
time to familiarise himself with their Ki. He wouldn't have to rely on his
hearing anymore to spot them. Now that he had gotten a good feel of their
Ki, he would be able to sense them that way. Even if they suppressed it.
Opening his eyes, he saw them take a look around the clearing. When they
spotted the corpse, they didn't look much concerned.
"Hey Aeric, what do you think happened here? Arthos got blasted good. And there is no trace of the others on this world."
"Well, since you are the new guy Tex, I'll explain. By the looks of it, the ran into a courier."
"A courier? What's that? And wasn't their mission to-"
The guy named Tex what cut short by the one called Aeric.
"Clearly, they did again what they were famous for. Abandoning their mission. And a courier is a person that brings valuable stuff from one Plane to another. The valuable stuff can be anything. Precious metals or stones, weapons, artefacts of magic stuff. By the looks of it, the courier self-destructed. And poor Arthos couldn't get away in time. No doubt the rest of them are getting drunk somewhere. Using the stuff they've taken from the courier to pay the drinks. And only god knows where they went to. We'll just have to wait until they run out of money to buy drinks, sober up and come back. By the looks of the crater, it was only a small courier. They will be back in about three weeks. Five if they are really mean with the money. Which I doubt. And when they get back, they better finish their mission. Otherwise the boss wouldn't be to pleased."
"Oh, well. This is only a backwater planet. Nothing that lives here could become a threat."
"Guess you're right Tex. Well, lets go. If these guys don't report back in six weeks, we'll send another group. This time one of ten fighters. And we'll make sure it's a group that can fight. These guys are total crap."
The speaker blasted the corpse with a beam of Ki. The body disintegrated. With a nod to the others, he turned and left the way he came. The others followed him.
Six weeks. The girl had six weeks before they would come after her again. He wondered why they were after her. With a sigh, he decided that walking home was the best thing. It would give him time to think. Killing the girl had been the warriors mission. But who had giving them the mission? The other ones had mentioned a boss. Was he the one who wanted the girl killed so badly? And why did she have to die? It was clear that she didn't know. He mentally went over the whole fight again. The seven had been skilled warriors who had mastered their Ki's. But only the leader had used it. It wasn't making any sense. Better get rid of the girl and be done with it.
Walking inside, he put the backpack unto the table. The girl was still asleep. She was lying on her left side now, still curled up into a ball, but not so tight than before. He recalled how she had hit the Ki blasts aside with the Katana. Technically that was impossible. Pulling the cloth on top of it back, he unsheathed the Katana. It was an ordinary looking blade. It was a bit scorched from the blasts, but otherwise it was ok. He took a look at the decorations on the blade. Riders in traditional Japanese armour. The decorations were simple but elegant. He actually liked it a bit. He sheathed the Katana and put the cloth back in its place. The girls backpack wasn't big. Opening it, he took out the stuff that was inside and put it on the table. On top there was a flask filled with water, a first aid kit, a few handkerchiefs, a rag that was obviously used to polish the Katana, sword polish, and a small hunting knife. The rest in the pack were clothes. A few black trousers, black and white T-Shirts, white shirts and clean underwear. Which was all black. Putting the underwear quickly away, he tried hard not to blush. Looking into the backpack again, he pulled out a rather bedraggled looking black cloak. But it was the last item in the backpack that grabbed his attention. It was a karate suit. He couldn't discover the name of a school anywhere. He looked around for the belt. When he found it, he was surprised. It was white. A mere white belt had killed seven warriors? He put the belt on top of the suit and looked up. Right into a pair of bleu eyes. The girl had woken up.
"Hey Aeric, what do you think happened here? Arthos got blasted good. And there is no trace of the others on this world."
"Well, since you are the new guy Tex, I'll explain. By the looks of it, the ran into a courier."
"A courier? What's that? And wasn't their mission to-"
The guy named Tex what cut short by the one called Aeric.
"Clearly, they did again what they were famous for. Abandoning their mission. And a courier is a person that brings valuable stuff from one Plane to another. The valuable stuff can be anything. Precious metals or stones, weapons, artefacts of magic stuff. By the looks of it, the courier self-destructed. And poor Arthos couldn't get away in time. No doubt the rest of them are getting drunk somewhere. Using the stuff they've taken from the courier to pay the drinks. And only god knows where they went to. We'll just have to wait until they run out of money to buy drinks, sober up and come back. By the looks of the crater, it was only a small courier. They will be back in about three weeks. Five if they are really mean with the money. Which I doubt. And when they get back, they better finish their mission. Otherwise the boss wouldn't be to pleased."
"Oh, well. This is only a backwater planet. Nothing that lives here could become a threat."
"Guess you're right Tex. Well, lets go. If these guys don't report back in six weeks, we'll send another group. This time one of ten fighters. And we'll make sure it's a group that can fight. These guys are total crap."
The speaker blasted the corpse with a beam of Ki. The body disintegrated. With a nod to the others, he turned and left the way he came. The others followed him.
Six weeks. The girl had six weeks before they would come after her again. He wondered why they were after her. With a sigh, he decided that walking home was the best thing. It would give him time to think. Killing the girl had been the warriors mission. But who had giving them the mission? The other ones had mentioned a boss. Was he the one who wanted the girl killed so badly? And why did she have to die? It was clear that she didn't know. He mentally went over the whole fight again. The seven had been skilled warriors who had mastered their Ki's. But only the leader had used it. It wasn't making any sense. Better get rid of the girl and be done with it.
Walking inside, he put the backpack unto the table. The girl was still asleep. She was lying on her left side now, still curled up into a ball, but not so tight than before. He recalled how she had hit the Ki blasts aside with the Katana. Technically that was impossible. Pulling the cloth on top of it back, he unsheathed the Katana. It was an ordinary looking blade. It was a bit scorched from the blasts, but otherwise it was ok. He took a look at the decorations on the blade. Riders in traditional Japanese armour. The decorations were simple but elegant. He actually liked it a bit. He sheathed the Katana and put the cloth back in its place. The girls backpack wasn't big. Opening it, he took out the stuff that was inside and put it on the table. On top there was a flask filled with water, a first aid kit, a few handkerchiefs, a rag that was obviously used to polish the Katana, sword polish, and a small hunting knife. The rest in the pack were clothes. A few black trousers, black and white T-Shirts, white shirts and clean underwear. Which was all black. Putting the underwear quickly away, he tried hard not to blush. Looking into the backpack again, he pulled out a rather bedraggled looking black cloak. But it was the last item in the backpack that grabbed his attention. It was a karate suit. He couldn't discover the name of a school anywhere. He looked around for the belt. When he found it, he was surprised. It was white. A mere white belt had killed seven warriors? He put the belt on top of the suit and looked up. Right into a pair of bleu eyes. The girl had woken up.