30 Naruto(4)

Kabuto's eyes shook as he looked at Draco's figure coated in blood. There were two other bodies lying beside him, not alive.

Kabuto had to admit that he had his doubts in the beginning. He didn't think that Draco deserved to be cursed by the Seal of Heaven, however; it was not the case anymore.

Draco, so far, showed an outstanding battle prowess, and incredible improvement. His enemies turned fiercer every day, but Draco kept defeating them, even while being at a complete disadvantage.

That brilliant lightning that escaped from his blade was also something to be wary of, for it was extremely powerful. Honestly, Kabuto had some doubts about whether he could win against him now; that's why he always dispatched guards near, in case something does happen.

Orochimaru was right about Draco; he will be someone valuable to have in the future. However, he still had to develop more, or so did Orochimaru say.

Draco stepped out of the arena, following Kabuto's figure back to his cell. There were also two more figures following Draco from behind, just to make sure he stays put. It was troublesome, but it didn't contradict Draco's future plans too much.

It had been 75 days since he was imprisoned. Yes, it was that long ago. His entire body was covered in scars and bruises that had never been there before, and his gaze turned even more emotionless.

He had killed so many men and women that he had already forgotten what they looked like. Not like he tried to remember.

As Draco walked through the prison, he noticed that most of the cells were empty, only a few of them still containing prisoners. Fortunately, this place wasn't filled anew, or else Draco's plans would crumble altogether, and he would die here, not able to complete the mission.

Draco finally reached his cell, which was near the wall, signifying the end of this vast place. Ignoring Kabuto, he walked inside, keeping his nonchalant demeanor as those three left.

'It shouldn't be long before I escape from here.' Draco thought, glancing to his left where the huge wall spread, noticing the cracks on them, and one little hole, which he could see only because of mana.

He then glanced to his right at his cellmate. Cale was his name, and also the one who will help him in his escape. He nodded slightly and Cale nodded back, before closing his eyes for some rest.

'I should also rest.' Draco closed his eyes momentarily, only to open them up again. His mind shifted to those four, who were still probably stuck in the dungeon. Were they still alive?

Draco felt like it has already been an extremely long time since he had seen them last, and it was for him. In truth, it was only seven days, but within that span of time, so much could happen.

Removing all these useless thoughts, Draco sighed. His plan of escape heavily depended on luck, hence, he couldn't do anything other than just continue to fight and wait for more prisoners to die.

"Status."

=Status=

Name: Draco

Rank: E-

Strength: E-

Stamina: E-

Agility: E

Mana: E-

Intelligence: A+

Charm: C+

Luck: B+

--> Martial Techniques:

[★★★★★ Thunder's Wrath] - Beginner

--> Skills:

[{EX} World Travel]

...

[{E}Berserker]

...

[{D}General's Ambiance]

...

=Status End=

"I have broken to [E-]. This is truly incredible." Draco mumbled to himself, looking at the screen with blank eyes. With the addition of all his skills and the curse mark, he could probably defeat a [E+] rank.

Getting imprisoned here was both a blessing and a bane. It was, though he didn't want to admit it, much better than Angelica's training, where one knew he was still going to stay alive. Here, it wasn't the case.

Every day, Draco had to fight with his life on the line, exhausting his body to the point that he could no longer walk. Of course, his improvement was mainly because of his incredible talent.

Draco disregarded all the thoughts in his mind, eating the porridge placed in the cell's corner before closing his eyes. It was better to rest for now. Who knew? Maybe tomorrow would be the day his plan would commence.

Ten hours later, Draco woke up to the sound of Kabuto and his two guards approaching. He sprung to his feet, grabbing the already rust, almost broken, sword.

"Prepare yourself." Kabuto calmly stated, motioning the guard to open the door to Draco's cell. He then glanced to his left, staring at Cale, who outright ignored his presence. "You are fighting today, too. Come out."

Draco smiled mentally, still keeping his stoic look without showing any emotions. Cale did the same, slowly standing up, stretching his muscles, and walking out of the cell.

Both of them didn't say a word, didn't even look at each other, but both of them prepared for what was to come. They silently followed Kabuto and stepped inside the familiar arena, which wasn't cleaned of the accumulated blood.

"Begin," Kabuto stated, jumping out on the stands from which he could see the entire arena. Draco and Cale stared at each other for some time before suddenly starting to move closer to each other.

Retracting his sword back, it got coated in lightning as he slashed forward, sending a blue slash towards Cale. He didn't use all of his power and slightly missed on purpose, just so that Cale could dodge.

Cale already knew about Draco's peculiar technique, but his eyes still shook a bit at the threat he felt incoming. After all, it seems that he had made the right choice in cooperating with Draco, for he wasn't sure he could have survived this battle if they fought for real.

Dodging to the side, Cale activated his curse mark. However, as black tattoos covered his skin, he didn't stop there. The curse mark continued to cover him until, eventually, his body changed altogether. He became almost like a monster, none of his features that of the past.

Draco smirked, also activating his curse mark. It was a mysterious power. However, Draco had already figured out how to use it properly, and Kabuto didn't know about that.

Though powerful it was, Draco felt evil thoughts passing through his mind whether he was in this state.

That's why he was also wary of it.

Draco's skin turned dark, his white hair prolonged until his waist, and his eyes turned completely dark. Veins bulged all over his body as Draco also activated [Berserker], making him exclude an even more intense aura.

For some time, these two monsters, Draco and Cale, stared at each other.

They nodded at each other.

It was time.

All pieces were set.

Shall the plan begin?