151 Culling the Flock pt6

Draig woke with a grimace, it had been a week since the ordeal with Ginji and the Thousand Fold Blade disappearing. The tattoos covering his torso and lower body had become a common sight by now although he wished to know their purpose.

Rising from his bed mat, the Feratu went to the main area where he sat for tea. He had put off on the tournament in hopes his Mana would come back under his control but that wasn't the case, if anything it had become even worse. He had began to grow used to the occasional burning that would come as the paths that his Mana used to stream through his body swelled.