Limits

Chapter 93

I first searched the woman who used the bow. I wanted that bow anyway. It was a ranged weapon which would allow me to shoot from greater distance. My daggers would be used in close combat and mid range combat while bow would be used in long range combat. This would cover all sorts of combat ranges and it would be perfect.

I took the bow first and examined it. I didn't know much about bows but it looked usual and had no specific detailing or quality about it. Maybe I was wrong but looking at the stuff other people brought, this bow would be at most of similar quality as the swords I found on those three sword wielders. While bow was a weapon, it needed to be paired with arrows. I took the arrows that were in a quiver laying not far away. There were about 11 arrows left. But it was not a problem for me as I could make new arrows, although much worse than the ones in the quiver right now.

If I wanted to make some real arrows, I would have to find a furnace or build one to melt steel or even better purified steel. For now, I would have to create some arrows made from stones in order to practise my shooting. I then check the clothes of the woman and noticed a small bag inside. The bag contain gold, emblem depicting a bow with wings as well as a neckles. I took all the stuff and thought of something 'I wonder if this bag is the same as mine'. I tried to stuff couple of things inside but the bag would not fit them and finally, I broke it. 'It turns out that it was just a normal bag' I thought and continued to the last corpse.

The woman who fought with her fists had no weapon. That was to be expected, yet I saw some kind of gloves that she used to wear. I searched for the gloves and soon found them, all bloodied in what could only be described as pile of guts and bones. The gloves vere still intact and not destroyed. I examined them more closely and noticed that they had a very hard knuckle area but were also very sturdy. The gloves were made from leather but not just normal leather, it was some sort of special leather that was flexible but sturdy like a stone. I placed the gloves beside me as I needed to wash them properly before I could use them.

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With my strength and those gloves, I could deal some serious damage with my bare hands. If used properly, it could be quite a nice weapon against some enemies. 'I will test them later on but before that, I need to check for other stuff that is on her or rather what is left of her' I thought. I only managed to find a small bag again and nothing else. I checked the contents of the bag and I said "Jackpot". The bag contained stuff like supplies, fruits, water and also stuff like gold and even books. 'This must be the same type of bag that I have' I thought and smiled. I figured that this woman was their leader and therefore would be the richest. I was not wrong in thinking that and now I had another bag which I could fill up and strap onto Shelly.

'Although Shelly will not like the idea, it will get used to it I'm sure. Besides it would also train at the same time just like me' I thought and pocketed the bag. I decided to dig a hole and bury the remains of these people., Not because of respect but because I didn't want bad smell to affect my training and mood. After a bit of work the hole was dug out and I collected all the remains and buried them there.

I thought 'That is that. I hope we have no other uninvited guests'. It was already late and I wanted to properly rest for the next day, I said to Shelly "Let us retire for the night, today was quite eventful" and we went back to out shelter for the night.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the dream but it was different again. The dream was not like the others where the dark figure would either train or talk. This time there were 10 dark figures and they were killing each other. When one died, another would appear and so on. The dark figures used different methods to kill their opponents. One pair used their fists, the other pair used daggers while another used legs only.

I didn't know what to do as the figures would fight themselves to death all the time and didn't really pay attention to me. I sat down on the ground and observed. 'Maybe this is the purpose of this dream? To observe?' I thought while watching the fights.

The dark figures were dying left and right while skills of all sorts were displayed. I mostly paid attention to the dagger users. Their technique was weird and unpredictable, 'I wonder if I would be able to do this as well'. The techniques displayed seemed to be very profound, even more profound than Nick's. I couldn't see most of the attacks and the daggers were only visible when the target was hit or when they missed and hit the ground.

While thinking like this, a dagger appeared in front of me. "What the..?" the next instant a dark hooded figure appeared with the same dagger and threw it at me. Then nothingness. I died and when I opened my eyes, the same scene repeated. A dagger appeared in front of me and next instance the dark figure. I tried to grab the dagger as quickly as I could but didn't manage to do it because I already died.

When I opened my eyes again, I shouted "What the fuck is this?!" and again died. I got fed up and as soon as I opened my eyes, I grabbed the dagger in front of me and threw it at the dark figure who was appearing. To my shock, the dark figure just evaded it and again lights out. I tried couple of times, throwing my dagger as soon as I woke up but to no avail. The dark figure was always faster than me or easily evaded my dagger. After about 10 tries, I woke up in my bed.

"What the hell was that about?" I said out loud as I was stupefied. I was just sitting there thinking about the skills those dark figures used and suddenly a dagger materialised out of nowhere with the addition of a dark figure that immediately attacked me.

I tried to gather my thoughts. 'Let's think about it logically as stupid as it may sound. There are few things that I know about those weird dreams. First. Depending on my action during the day, I will receive corresponding dream'. My thoughts then continued 'If I train my skills, the dream I will have would be about a dark figure talking away and then killing me. If I were to train my body, the dark figure would do a set of weird exercises that I could mimic but not do any other training. The new dream contained multiple dark figures that killed each other with different set of techniques'.

I then summed up all of that into simple categories 'The dreams could be separated into skill, body and combat but there is a problem. I fought animals all the time and never had this dream. It only happened when I killed those humans. Does that mean that I have to kill people in order to have that dream?'. I wondered about it more and there was another crucial difference in the 3rd dream 'When I thought about the dark figures that fought each other with daggers, one such dagger simply materialised in front of me. What followed was my opponent. This never happened in other dreams. It seems I could affect the dream in some way when it came to fighting but couldn't the other two'.

This was weird indeed but I wasn't about to go and find a village in order to slaughter some people, just to test my thoughts. Yet the skills that those dark figures used seemed very profound. I wasn't able to even see most of them. 'I would like to study those techniques more than anything but I'm not a madman and besides, I have loads of stuff I can train' I thought to myself while leaving my bed to eat my breakfast and start the day.