Jet bursts into the room that came at the very end of the halls. A dimly lit room that had bounced the light from outside that was slowly growing as daylight broke. There was not much to the room. Some broken jars and boxes along the walls that were five times his size, those walls of brick. Jet's eyes focus on the large statue the size of two of him though. In the statues hand a sheathed curved sword.

"Is that it?" Jet questioned. It did not look legend-worthy from where he stood. He takes a breath of confidence from the air and steps forward to get the sword, but halfway from the door and the statue he stops when he hears a shuffling of feet on brick.

Turning he looks at the huffing, red-faced, Adven Bok and the young woman, Sakura who was on his back. It was now time of course for her to jump off and walk forward. "Thanks for the lift Adven. I knew I wouldn't make it here as fast as you could."

"Y-You mean...your ankle wasn't sprained?" He balked with a twitching eye. His love for her, and his need to kill her now were fighting each other.

"Nope, never was. You are a real gentleman Adven. That makes up for...that kiss you gave me."

"H-Hey! I di-didn't try to do that!" Adven argued.

"Maybe you're right, sorry I accused you of something." She turns attention to her unrequited love. "So...Jet, where were...oh,"

Jet was already making a break for the sword now that he saw that time would run out if his hands did not grasp it first. He stops just before it though noticing an odd accumulation of dirt in the air. "Ah...snap." Jet jumps back, but is flung from mid-air into the nearest wall with a huge sound of discontent. Jet wipes the blood from his lips. "I swear...every time I get close to something...some weird shit has to happen...and again I have to get my ass handed to me by a damn man made of rock." Jet gritted his teeth. "Not this time. Not this time. Not this time. Not this time." Jet chanted. "But...my body won't help me...Damnit!"

Meanwhile the statue that held the sword stepped further from off his platform and began for Adven and Mizu. The sheathed sword in his hand is flung out for the two, but Adven jumps ahead of Sakura and is hit to his knees as the statue raises his arm and retreats. "Idiot! That could have killed you." Sakura shouts into the wounded ear of Adven.

"Could've, didn't...and I just never cared in the first place." Adven grinned as he stood up on his feet as he gripped his injured shoulder.

Jet was speechless. He had never thought Adven could do something like that. Something so selfless. He knew that Adven cared for Sakura, but not this much. And Jet...just sat here on the floor defeated and in a place far from Adven all of the sudden in rank. He had said that he would have the Raven's Wing. The statue has that sword. The only way to get it was to care more for Adven and Sakura than he could think of. "Not this time." He chanted. "NOT THIS TIME!" He stood punching the ground to get lift as attention returned to him. "I said it once, I'll say it again," He spits some blood aside. "That sword will be mine." He charges forward blindly lashing out at the statute. The statue was slower; Jet would use that to his advantage. The statue would have the weakest hold right after he swings the sword. That was when Jet ran forward and swiped the sheathed blade from the statue. "That sword...is mine." He stood from the side of the statue as it turned for him. All of his punches were pointless earlier. The statue was coming with a powerful punch, and Jet had no point in doing anything in response. He did not flinch at all as he watched it. He drew the blade to find a tattered and rusted sword and suddenly all of that confidence dwindled.

Sakura and Adven could not watch. "Yes...an ancient sword after all." Sakura gulps.

There was nothing else to do so Jet went through with what he planned and swung the crappy sword as the statue's fist came flying. There was no sound before the statue's arm dropped to the floor. The rest of the sword's defender after it. Jet stood silent as he stood before the defeated statue.

"For a rusted blade...it's sharp." He comments.

"A rusty blade?" Adven questions as the three gather. "What good is that to me."

"Look, I don't want it." Sakura replied. "You won Jet." She always knew he would.

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Adven sat patiently as Sakura bandaged his wounds trying not to concentrate on her at all. Jet sat watching the dancing flames of the fire while ignoring the glare from Emilia who sat across from him. The humming of the only truly happy Drifter there did not help them. Virginia smiled as she began to cook breakfast in the fire.

"How could you fight me like that Jet? I'm on your team." Emilia grimaced.

"You wanted to fight me too." He argued.

"Not really, I was just caught up with everything. I would have secured the blade so that we could fairly race for it like we planned." She lied. She breathed in. "What's it matter? The sword sucks so you can keep it anyway, but no one's going to buy it."

"Yeah...that sucks." Jet cursed.

"So...where are you guys off to next?" Sakura wondered.

"We plan to go along the east looking for...some things." Virginia replies.

"Hey, I hear there's a tournament of some sort going on in Dijon around that area." Adven noted.

"Are you going to be there Adven?" Virginia wondered.

"No, not at all. Just thought I'd mention it. If you guys were thinking of seeing anything entertainment wise." He honestly replied.

"Say...where are you going next Adven?" Sakura wondered as she finished with his shoulder. She had felt like she had to help since he sort of protected her.

"Me? Well...I'm really a sort of...wanderer Drifter...not really doing anything...ever." He replies.

"Hey, maybe you could help me then. I need someone to help me carry the stuff for my shop as I travel around. You proved to me today that you're a strong enough guy for the job." She proposed. Her business would flourish! She could see the money now. She will be a famous chef just yet. All that was keeping her back was the fact it took her so long to get anywhere carrying her stuff, and so, a grunt may help.

However, Adven was seeing it as a chance to become just a little closer to his love. "O-Of course I will...if you don't mind."

"That's great then. You start as soon as we leave."

Virginia looked to Jet puzzled. "Something wrong, Jet?"

"All...that hard work for this sword?" He grimaced again. Cursing in his mind. "Crappy rusty sword."

"If it's so much a piece of a junk why are you keeping it?" Emilia wondered.

"Pheh. Never know. It's still a relic. Maybe It'll give me some money someday just yet. For now I'll just carry it around and see what comes of it." He shrugs. He looked on as if he was seeing something deeper in the blade. "Besides...it did cut through that statue."

"It was a statue...my blade can do that too." Emilia pointed out.

He shrugs. "I don't care. Is breakfast done yet?"