It was true; Alek was not the kind of person that could always keep his cool. He wasn’t that disciplined a man, despite the amounts of martial arts training that he had embarked upon. He was a strong man, someone who wasn’t broken easily, but that didn’t mean that he was a god of patience either.
In fact, there were some things that got him spitting at the mere thought of it, and one of those things was the abduction of innocent people. People took other people from their homes, from their quiet lives, in order to sell them to people who had no right to have them in the first place.
This was what they called slavery, and whilst he was disgusted at the very basic concept of it, he could at least understand it if the people that they were abducting had done something abysmal like treason or killing another person.
The concept of making someone who had done an unforgivable crime, someone who would be sent to jail to rot for the rest of their lives, work off their sins against the rest of humanity was something that he could endorse without a guilty conscience.
But, attacking innocent families and taking people from their home? That was disgusting, vile, putrid, and more than that they had actually had the gall to steal women and children and force them into this vile practice as well. He could feel his body boil with fury like nothing else in this world.
The last week had been a pretty weird one, one that he hadn’t anticipated. Although, that being said, he hadn’t anticipated being in Zou, he hadn’t anticipated being a victim to the machinations of a sociopathic mage who had as little sanity as Alek himself had patience, and…
Well, let’s just say that being on the receiving end of weirdness was not something that he was unaccustomed to by this point. However, today he had been walking through a series of small mountainside villages to get back to the monastery – he had been spending his last week since Yakuroro had disappeared in the middle of the night
, training with the monks who he’d been pit against earlier this month.
He was stronger than he had been when he left, and his skill with the weapons at his waist and back had grown exponentially. However, that didn’t matter as he walked through the village and noticed, to his surprise, just how empty it was. It was like the entire town had been emptied, like someone had just tipped the place up and poured everyone else out.
There was blood in the streets, a simple touch able to tell him that the blood had been here for a few hours. But, that didn’t stop an old man, bleeding heavily, from stepping out of the shadows and letting him know the exact situation.
Some people, some monstrous, greedy people, had come to the city and stolen the children in the night. When people tried to stop them, they had attacked the villagers openly.
Abducting those who they were able to overpower and to kill those who resisted even after that, they had emptied the entire town within a couple of hours. The old man was one of the few who had survived the attack because “He would be no use as a slave” and because there was no point in killing someone who wouldn't be able to put up a fight.
It was… putrid, revolting. Before he really thought about what he was doing, he promised his help to the man that had been left behind, and waited to get some clue as to where to start looking for these guys. There had to be some indicator, right?
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In fact, there were some things that got him spitting at the mere thought of it, and one of those things was the abduction of innocent people. People took other people from their homes, from their quiet lives, in order to sell them to people who had no right to have them in the first place.
This was what they called slavery, and whilst he was disgusted at the very basic concept of it, he could at least understand it if the people that they were abducting had done something abysmal like treason or killing another person.
The concept of making someone who had done an unforgivable crime, someone who would be sent to jail to rot for the rest of their lives, work off their sins against the rest of humanity was something that he could endorse without a guilty conscience.
But, attacking innocent families and taking people from their home? That was disgusting, vile, putrid, and more than that they had actually had the gall to steal women and children and force them into this vile practice as well. He could feel his body boil with fury like nothing else in this world.
The last week had been a pretty weird one, one that he hadn’t anticipated. Although, that being said, he hadn’t anticipated being in Zou, he hadn’t anticipated being a victim to the machinations of a sociopathic mage who had as little sanity as Alek himself had patience, and…
Well, let’s just say that being on the receiving end of weirdness was not something that he was unaccustomed to by this point. However, today he had been walking through a series of small mountainside villages to get back to the monastery – he had been spending his last week since Yakuroro had disappeared in the middle of the night
, training with the monks who he’d been pit against earlier this month.
He was stronger than he had been when he left, and his skill with the weapons at his waist and back had grown exponentially. However, that didn’t matter as he walked through the village and noticed, to his surprise, just how empty it was. It was like the entire town had been emptied, like someone had just tipped the place up and poured everyone else out.
There was blood in the streets, a simple touch able to tell him that the blood had been here for a few hours. But, that didn’t stop an old man, bleeding heavily, from stepping out of the shadows and letting him know the exact situation.
Some people, some monstrous, greedy people, had come to the city and stolen the children in the night. When people tried to stop them, they had attacked the villagers openly.
Abducting those who they were able to overpower and to kill those who resisted even after that, they had emptied the entire town within a couple of hours. The old man was one of the few who had survived the attack because “He would be no use as a slave” and because there was no point in killing someone who wouldn't be able to put up a fight.
It was… putrid, revolting. Before he really thought about what he was doing, he promised his help to the man that had been left behind, and waited to get some clue as to where to start looking for these guys. There had to be some indicator, right?
0634 / 1500
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