Saga:-Journey to the sunrise
Arc 2:- INDESCRIBABLE STEPS
Chapter->26
--> Chronicles of blade 1
A man in loose baggy turtleneck-shirt, white as snow with trousers comfy enough to move dipped in grey dye. A crimson red cape tied to the hilt of his sword by his side.
Plank the great swordsman was moving in the meadows of Tsaresford alone.
He crossed his arm behind his head and let out a long sigh.
"Ah! This new fashion of Tsaresford really suits my comfort and flashy swordsmenship. Just a little more training and I'll be a Diamond-grade Swordsman. And after three years I could finally meet master again."
Plank chuckled as he remembered after he was tied by the 'Royals siblings' he accidently mistook as imposters so he faked the mission of finding the compass he got informed by the one, the great sage himself—which in reality he declined.
"Ah! The air is really fresh. I'll try to eat the famous Krox Mochi of the Krox city before I leave for the Great Mountain 'FUJIBE".
The city became clear in sight as his steps became faster. There was a big wall protecting it which only allowed people with an identity proof on them.
Plank was familiar with most of the guards as he didn't needed an ID. He walked near a large iron gate with chains hooked to it.
The guard were draped in brown uniform and a cap as one of the many came near him with a smile.
He stood firm and then spoke. "It's been a while."
"It is." Plank replied as the guard lead him to the other side of gate through a small gate opened under the larger one.
Plank walked through it as his sword got stuck so he had to come back, take it out of his belt and push it there first. Then he went through it and put it back on his belt and bid farewell to the guard.
He walked in the city as carriages were in heat nowdays, the open bazaar was a good place for him to ease his tension. Without any glance at the bazaar he took a secret passage-way near an apple store and went down to an underground trade market where he could buy stuff that was—as he phrased 'cool and crazy.'
Plank finally reached down the stairs and saw many open stalls with melee weapons, potions, relics, charms, swords, and even dragon scaled armours. He walked through the way looking around with people in casual dresses but most of them had either a mask or robe to prevent their imprints being revealed.
He stopped near an mystical stall and looked at some charms and emblems as like anyone he asked.
"Do you have anything cool and crazy?" In a depressed heroic tone as the shopkeeper took out some potions and small iron boxes.
"These contains special items that can range from jeopardy-level mid to high. Like look at this one..." he pushed an iron box size of his palm near Plank and spoke.
"This one has a special one-time-effect mysticness." The shop keeper rubbed his hands together as Plank held his hilt of his sword and spoke.
"Explain."
"This box contains the 'Smoke of Greista'. It's not the full extent but was captured by a soldier during the 'Great war'. It can immobilize your opponent by multiplying their current thoughts in a frozen state as their memory and vision both blurs you can use it in dangerous situations."
Plank thought for a second and spoke.
"But what if it struck me instead by an accident?" The shopkeeper was surprised and then spoke.
"A great swordsman like you would never make such petty mistake! believe me."
"Fair enough. How much?"
Such an easy fool—The shopkeeper thought as he charged the price.
"4 Tsars and 3 cers." One Tsar was equal to ten Cers and 1 Cer could be equated with 5 Res.
"Lower." Plank spoke in deep tone, even though he wasn't a proffesional but he has seen this item before.
"4 Tsars—unnegotiable after this."
"I'll buy it." As Plank gave thar man four-golden leaves and took the Iron-box stuffing it into his pocket.
"Anything else?" The shopkeeper asked as Plank was looking at his items.
"Do you have Sun-kissed betroot's oil?"
Plank asked, with keeping in mind not to exhaust his money he had to make preparations. Prepararions for something he doesn't know but will eventually caught up to him. A divination, a prophecy. A small one, if he is prepared—He wins. If he isn't then the worst outcome would take away his life or atleast three limbs.
"The one used on swords to lit them on fire?" Plank nodded on the question of the shopkeeper with a big belly and thick beard.
As he received a glass bottle with gold like liquid in it a smirk casually appeared on his face, the shopkeeper recieved his 4 Tsars as Plank left that very place to move towards 'The Great Mt. Fujibe.'