Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur understood roughly the general picture here. "Alright, try also to train," he said as he closed his eyes and started to train once again.

John glanced strangely at him before shaking off his head. "Where the hell did that boy come from?" he only muttered before walking away from Arthur and returning to the place he woke up at.

Then he started to rest.

Time passed fast and suddenly Arthur had a strange sense of extreme weakness that haunted his body all of sudden after a day of training. "Weird… why do I feel like that?" He opened his eyes and glanced at his body in a strange way.

"What happened?" even John noticed his weird look and couldn't help but ask.

"I felt strangely weak all of sudden."

"Hahaha, that's normal my friend. It's called… hunger," John laughed before adding, "you need to eat something. I already told you before at the prison, without properly eating your body won't sustain your training."

"But…"

"New world… new rules," John interrupted him, "I also feel the same hunger. We need to find ourselves something to eat."

Arthur knew his meaning and then stood up. "I'll go then."

"I'll come as well," John stood up but Arthur stopped him. "I'll be much better alone."

John gave him a suspicious look before warning. "That saber has something that can be tracked. Don't use it."

"I'm not that stupid to do that," Arthur said, "I'll use the other weapons we got from the guards."

John nodded and Arthur returned all the way back into the darkness of the tunnel until he exited the cave. "It's night time still," he muttered before glancing around. "Sigh, this brings back my earliest memories about that world."

When he woke up at the previous words after being transmigrated, he headed to a forest and started to hunt down monsters and eat their meat to get stronger.

And now he decided to try the same thing again. "Yet this time I'm all alone," he muttered while moving outside the deep groove and headed towards the nearby trees.

"It's night, so monsters should be active," he hoped to meet any monster that wasn't cleared by the guards of this kingdom.

Yet after an entire hour he had to drop this idea as he found nothing at all. "Sigh, these people seemed to take this task so seriously," he couldn't help but resign to collect plants and fruits from the trees.

At least these would provide enough energy to their bodies and would be much better than that rotten bread he lived upon back then.

Just as he was on his way back, he felt a faint tremble coming from the ground. He hurriedly hid himself behind a group of large trees and waited.

"Roar!"

Just as he was down there he heard this faint roar coming from far. The world was so dark today with not enough light of the moon penetrating through the dense clouds in the sky.

Even the stars were all gone.

Yet after a couple of minutes, he could finally see a dark shadow so big in the air moving from one side to another. He couldn't spot anything about it but that shadow seemed quite dangerous.

And these annoying roars came from it.

Arthur waited for ten more minutes before deciding to retreat. He knew keeping himself here was a bit dangerous and he already had enough food to satisfy their needs for the entire week.

"You saw something moving in the air and emitting roaring sounds?!!" John was shocked the moment he heard his words.

"Do you know what it was? is it the holy guardian?" Arthur asked.

"No, it's the patrolling elite guards of that damned kingdom," John said in dejected tone, "they are already searching for us… that's not good."

"We can hide here then," Arthur suggested.

"We… these horses are ticking bombs," John said while motioning at the two horses.

"Neigh!" and the male horse seemed to be offended by his words.

"Indeed you are ticking bombs," yet John seemed to vent out his anger upon the horse, "you are being hunted down, and now we are in more danger because of you."

The horse glanced at him for a second before neighing while shaking off his head. He seemed to ignore John and return to lay his head over the injured body of his girl.

"That horse…" yet John seemed to be enraged by his actions.

"Just drop it," Arthur couldn't help but laugh, "he is just a mere horse after all."

"He is one of those intelligent races of wild monsters," John said, "one of the rare who can understand our tongue yet they always feign ignorance."

"They… he can speak human tongue?" Arthur couldn't help but ask.

"Indeed he can," John said before suddenly shouting at the horse, "I know you can."

And the horse kept ignoring him.

"Now what can we do?" Arthur tried to divert John's attention off the horses, "can we outrun them?"

"In the daylight? We can't," John bitterly said before adding, "we can only move during night and we must find a suitable place to hide before light shines again."

"This…" Arthur felt his earlier decision to help John was indeed right. After all he wouldn't know any place to hide in these lands at all and would eventually get caught. "Do you know of such places?"

"I do," John nodded before pointing to his head, "I have all stored here, but there is a catch."

Arthur already guessed it. "The distance is that big?" he asked and John nodded. "Then…" Arthur moved his head towards the horses.

"No, they would bring more problems to us than help," John firmly refused this suggestion, "we need to find ourselves another ride."

"From where?"

"There are many towns and villages around," John said, "but to enter any we will need to go there in daylight and also would have to get checked by the guards there."

"Each village is guarded?" Arthur was surprised when he heard that.