Celestial Bloodline

Early the next morning, Kyle stepped out of the house where he had been staying for the past few days. He was able to move around normally, albeit slowly, but it was enough for him in that moment.

However, before he could proceed further, he encountered a familiar face. It was a young man named Bemail, who appeared to be around the sage as him. Bemail had previously visited him with Hazel.

Bemail was taken aback as he examined Kyle from top to bottom. His height nearly matched Kyle's, but Kyle couldn't help but notice, with a quick glance, that Bemail's body was filled with densely packed, explosive muscles.

Kyle nodded as the man approached him, a smile lighting up his face, his blue eyes gleaming in the daylight.

"Oe, you can move already? I thought it would take you a while to heal since you're human."

Bemail slapped Kyle's back and flashed a mischievous smile.

Kyle flinched slightly at the force behind the gesture, but he managed to maintain a composed expression.

Bemail clicked his tongue.

"You're quite sturdy, huh?"

Kyle wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not, but he gave the man a quick nod and expressed his desire to explore the village. Bemail pondered for a moment and agreed since he still had stbefore heading to the training grounds to join others his age. The duo strolled through the village, and Kyle couldn't help but notice that it wasn't very large.

Many curious onlookers stared at Kyle, particularly due to his unique eyes and bright silver hair.

However, a number of older residents greeted him nicely, probably because they were already aware of his presence.

After taking a brief tour of the village, Bemail turned around and faced the human. Initially, he was curious about Kyle, but when he saw him for the first time... he had to admit he was disappointed because Kyle appeared somewhat weak.

He knew he shouldn't judge a book by its cover because he still hadn't sensed Kyle's strength, but it just bothered him whenever he glanced at the latter's good-looking face that stood out in the crowd.

'He's all looks, nothing more.'

Nevertheless, Bemail kept his thoughts to himself because his grandma had strictly asked him not to be impolite to the guest.

'Tsk, what guest... he's just a freeloader.'

He gave Kyle's shoulder a pat.

"I reckon you have seen enough of the village. Head back now. I need to go train, the instructor is strict and I can't be late."

But he closed his eyes and took a deep breath upon hearing Kyle's next words.

"Can I calong?"

Bemail smiled, and a dimple appeared on his left cheek.

"Oe, what would you do if you followed me? You can't even throw a decent punch in your current condition. Are you planning to watchsweat or something, huh?"

"Just head back. It's not something a kid should watch."

Kyle's eyebrow twitched, and he held himself back from saying something inappropriate.

He felt grateful for Hazel and Joshua because the elderly couple had taken care of him. That's why he would overlook their grandson's language.

"I just want to do slight exercise. The room is too cramped for that."

Bemail clicked his tongue and then, without caring about Kyle, he started walking toward the back of the village.

Kyle quietly followed behind him, making his steps as light as possible. He rubbed the white earring in his ear.

'I guess it's still working.'

They soon left the place surrounded by houses, and Kyle stopped when he noticed a large field in front of him.

It was just a plain field where many people, both male and female, around his age or maybe even younger, were engaged in physical training and practicing with various weapons.

'So, this is the place where the youngsters are taught to fight and protect themselves in dangerous situations?'

Kyle watched as a stern middle-aged instructor shouted at Bemail, who jumped over the wooden barrier surrounding the field and entered inside, only to be punished by the instructor for being late. Kyle's eyes traveled towards the trees surrounding the field. He had noticed before in the village, but now as he looked at the trees and flowers again, he realized that all of them were grey.

'At least the land, wood, and everything else I have seen so far still have their natural colors intact.'

Almost everyone in the field noticed him and started whispering. The instructor heard the sudden murmurs in the field, which is why he cto ask the human if he needed something.

Kyle noticed the instructor's slight discomfort, which made him realize that not everyone in the village welcomed someone from a different race. That's why he decided to go straight to the point.

"Can I use the field as well?"

The middle-aged man across from Kyle furrowed his brows with a complicated expression. He scratched his head while glancing at the human.

"You can use the field, but try not to disturb the others."

Kyle observed as the middle-aged man left without uttering another word. He himself remained silent and began to stroll along the perimeter of the field. Gradually, he picked up his pace, increasing his speed with each passing minute. After an hour, he was running at a pace that could rival that of an average person.

However, he was careful not to make any big movements that could worsen the healing wounds on his body. He needed to make sure that his body was properly healed before engaging in strenuous exercise.

He performed slight stretches and noticed that the clear sky above him had started to turn darker. That's why he decided to leave the area, without even sparing a glance at the instructor or the individuals who had been secretly observing him.

Kyle walked along the familiar path, making his way towards the house where he had been staying, while counting on his fingers.

"One, two... three... including the instructor, I sensed four divine rank individuals in the field. Huh, they looked so much younger than me, but they are all so strong. Not to mention, almost every other person in the village is divine rank. Except for those whose strength I couldn't figure out."

He rubbed his thumb against his index finger. Once his mind cleared, he began using his scent perception skill. It was hard at first since his head was throbbing, likely due to his poor physical condition. But the skill didn't require mana, just like the fear skill, so as soon as his mind cleared, he started using it.

"I will go find Hubert as soon as my injuries are healed. If he doesn't agree to help, I will enter the forest. I hope the scent perception skill can helpfind streasures, even though the chances are very low in this land that lacks mana."