1 Beginnings of a Radical

"It's been a while since I last came here" Kaido said huffing and puffing. He sat down slowly, resting his back on a boulder he found nearby. "Running for an entire day using blood drive isn't as easy a I thought." He said to himself, pulling out a map from his backpack.

"I should be here" he said "Eisen town is towards the north. It'll probably take another hour or so to get there.".

He was quite tired from the running he had done using a technique he had created known as blood drive. He had trained his body, both internally and externally, to be able to manipulate the amount blood he could pass through his body giving him a huge boost in both strength and other stats.

But the world was just as different as him. Every person in this world had an ability they called arts. This varied from the weakest of abilities like being able to send random messages to shapeshifting to a dragon. It was divided into two parts however and consisted of two different continents, constantly at war with each other. The reason for it however was forgotten due to the centuries they had spent fighting.

Kaido bent down and wrote on the sand while reading whatever he had written out aloud- my bottle must be filled with water - activating his ability. Gulping down every last bit of the water that he had obtained with his ability, he looked at the map once more and sighed irritated of the fact that he had to begin running again.

He got up, wiping his mouth, and began his run towards "The city of peace" - Eisen.

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