James 5

He made it back to his room and grabbed his few meagre belongings, and packed them up, making sure that they all were secured tightly before putting them on his back and wrote a note to the castle so as to have them not worry. He figured that they would anyways, but it was enough to put his mind at some sort of ease, or that’s at least what he told himself.

He walked to the walls of the castle and into the armory before putting his training weapon back and grabbed a real sword from the racks. There was a guy guarding the room, but he was fast asleep, making this easy to do. After getting the hand-and-a-half sword and strapping it to his belt, he left quietly and headed towards the top of the wall. The gates were closed during the nights, and so he figured that this was the easiest way to do it. He reached the top, then he took one of his two packed bundles of rope and tied it to the castle wall, before climbing down it.

Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, the rope was about 5 feet short of reaching the ground, so he had to jump the rest of the way. It didn’t hurt him nearly as bad as he thought it would, so he shrugged off the slight pain from the landing and began to venture out into the fields surrounding the castle. He had enough rations for two weeks, so he figured that he would have to find something else to replace it soon enough.

As he was walking away, about five minutes out, he paused and looked back at the castle. It looked the same as it always had, with lights on in some windows, some without. Guards pacing about, not paying attention to their surroundings, the same as always. At this he nodded his head and acknowledged that he was better off not hindering them anymore, as he was just a useless sack of meat that was unable to understand simple instructions.

Turning back around, he began to continue walking forwards towards the woods eastwards, as this was the quickest way to get to the battlefield rather than waste time elsewhere. He figured that he should at least do this for them, as this was the only reason he was even still breathing.

He continued walking through the woods at a moderate pace. It was quite peaceful once you get past the inherent fear of walking through a dark woods. Normally, people would be hard pressed to get through the woods at night, but James had extraordinary night vision, which he considered to be his one good trait.

In the previous life, he had great vision as a child, but given the electronic media that ran rampant through his life, it didn’t last, and so he had to wear glasses to fix it. Here, however, those potions and magic had returned his sight to normal, a blessing, sure, but what good does it do him?

After a few hours of walking, he finally came across a river of water just as he was getting thirsty. He had drank through his canteen and was starting to regret taking such big gulps. He refilled his canteen and casted a cleansing magic on it, one of the few spells he could cast he found, before sitting on a nearby downed tree and drinking out of it. The sun was starting to rise, and he knew that the castle would soon find his note. He was starting to get tired, as casting that simple magic always drains him immensely, and so he drank one of his mana potions that he had in his pouch and continued walking away, figuring that the more distance between him and his mistakes, the better.

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