Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Chapter 368 Unmovable

Raith stood aloof. His attention suspended in the distant between which Thard – Harl had traversed in less than a second. He just took a step and was gone.

Would he spend ten years reaching his own place?

‘The thought there is wrong…’ Raith grimaced. ‘This bastard… did he just dump me?’

It was a very unlikely feeling. As the hollow wind rustled softly against his clothes, Raith turned to his back to straw hut. .

Was he really going to be stuck here for the hell knows how long?

He grimaced, mustering enough courage to go forward and enter the hut. He didn’t have any expectations for how the interior would be but he was left amazed.

In contrast the the outward appearance, the inward appearance of the hut was acceptable. The floor was plastered with concrete. How could the asura have gone about that? Raith didn’t know.

There was a wooden table, rough in making but sturdy. It stood against the wall just opposite the door where Raith was standing in front of. Then a chair was tucked into it.

Adjacent his vantage point, was a makeshift bed. It was made of straw and the wood was black… Raith wasn’t sure what kind of wood this was.

There was another table to the edge of the bed, tracing upward the wall where the table rested on was a window to give ventilation to the room.

There was another sofa chair but old and worn out. It sat nonchalantly in the middle of the room. Beside it on the ground was an unusual lamp. Nothing like Raith had seen, it was made out of the same black wood of the bed. It was a thin rod that extended upward to hang a glassy orb.

Raith wasn’t sure how the lamp was supposed to come on. He casually picked it up and dropped it on the small table beside the edge of his bed. .

“It’s dangerous in that area…” he muttered as he adjusted the lamp to sit well on the table. It was even more portable than he had thought it’d be.

He looked around the house again.

“Maybe this is not bad…”

It exuded an antique air and was cozy, almost as if it walls had grown smaller since a few seconds of coming in here. At the same time, it felt strangely comfortable to have his own space.

He had a table and chair, probably to study should the opportunity present itself. He had bed to sleep on, chair to sit casually on. All that was left was one thing.

Raith inspected carefully again. But he couldn’t find anything like it. He stepped out and looked round the house… there was nothing.

Returning to the front of the hut, he stood with arms akimbo.

“Where the hell is my kitchen?”

Just then Thard – Harl appeared in front of him. This time was was holding some kind of black metallic bangles? Were they bangles? Raith couldn’t tell.

They were too rough and crude to be called bangles. And strangely they looked awfully heavily even though Thard – Harl exhibited no signs of straining to carry all four of them.

The asura dropped the metal… bangles in his hand. Raith’s eyes widened at what he saw.

A net cracked spread across the ground as they fell. Even some stones shattered and flew around.

‘What the… ?!! How heavy is it?’

For it to have such effect on just falling on the ground. Did it weigh the entire world?

Raith was still lost in amusement when Thard – Harl began speaking.

“So how is it? Have you gotten used to your place.”

Raith’s brow drew closer to each other.

“There’s no kitchen.”

Thard – Harl tilted his head.

“What is that?”

“Kitchen! You don’t know kitchen?”

Raith couldn’t believe it, he frowned deeper as he questioned, almost rudely. The asura just tilted its head the more and tilted back.

“No, I don’t.”

Raith hung both his hand on his head.

“How am I supposed to eat? Kitchen is where food is made!!”

The asura’s face went round. A scroll and feathered pen appeared in his hand. He wrote something down with a scary focus and soon his writing tools disappeared.

He then looked at Raith and extended his hand.

“Bring your hand.”

Raith hesitant at first but the asura’s hand stayed outstretched to him. With a slight frown across his face, he assisted his crippled hand with the other and put it on Thard – Harl’s outstretched hand.

Closing his eyes Thard – Harl began to murmur a chant, couple of seconds later. A subtle green glow radiated all over Raith’s hand. Ease followed… seeping into his bones and muscle painlessly. The next second, his hand was formidable again.

He took his hand off the asura’s, clenching his fist and stretching his arm generally.

“Wow. You healed me?”

“Yes. I did. There’s no way you can wear this with broken hand.”

Thard – Harl announced, his words belatedly getting to Raith who was celebrating his restored arm with a pleased smile.

His attention was abruptly torn away from his hand to Thard – Harl’s face. His smile quickly fading to a despicable frown.

His eyes exchanged glances between these bangles? and Thard – Harl.

“Surely you must be joking.”

“And why exactly do I need to partake in needless humors as human do? Throughout your stay in this plane, you will he wearing these weight manacles. Each one of them weighs two thousand ton. Since you evolved to a high human… you should be able to move a step or two after putting them on.” The asura remarked with delight in his eyes.

He bent down and picked the first one, nearing Raith who watched, stupefied as the asura wore the metallic bracelet to his right hand.

Immediately it was locked, his hand dropped to the floor. It was as if the ligament that held his hand to his should was going to tear apart.

He stayed on one knee, no matter how much he tried to lift the hand, the feeling only worsened.

However, Thard – Harl didn’t seem to care, he went on to wear the next one and then another pairs to his legs. After he was done. Raith was glued to the ground, unable to move both his hand. His entire body felt like it wasn’t his.

The asura smiled.

“Your goal is to run from this place to my place in just one month. When you can successfully do that… the manacles can be taken off then.”

Raith grimaced, lifting his rude tone to the asura.

“Didn’t you say it took ten years to run to your place?”

“The calculation was based on my speed? It may take longer for you.” He folded his hand, still keeping his smile. “I am excited to see how long it will take you.”

Pausing a while with his smile growing annoying to Raith.

“Well then…” He turned to leave.

“Please wait!”

He turned back to Raith.

“Is that all? All I just need to do is run?”

“Of course not. I will be teaching you combats styles known only to the high ranks amongst the asuras.”

“Oh great!” Raith’s eyes brightened. “So, during those times, I’ll have these off?”

Thard – Harl’s smile faded.

“No you won’t. Training will begin in the next thirteen hours.”

He said and disappeared.

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