Draig stood in the Kori clan compound watching their smith measure for a sheath, he didn't wish to let the blade out of his sight due to the fact this smith had been eyeing the blade greedily since he set first caught a glimpse of it. Even Lord Kori had shown an unnatural longing for the sword constantly asking to touch it, it was really a wonder what could have made this sword like this.

"How much longer" grunted Draig as he had watched this person take the same measurement  for the fifth time.

"Ah Ah Ah, you can't rush perfection" chastised the smith an old wretched looking man that reminded him more of Marco than a human.

"If you can't do it then say so and I will ask someone else to make the sheath" sneered Draig, he was aware of what the man was doing.

"That won't be necessary, just allow me to take this to the back and I will find the proper material to house such a wonderful piece of work" smiled the detestable little man.

"It will stay here where I can see it" spoke Draig causing the little man to falter a bit and show a bit of annoyance.

"Then how will I know what best fits this fine blade" asked the man as he started reaching for the handle.

Draig narrowed his eyes and caught the hand reaching for the blade surprising the old man with his speed.

"It doesn't need to match just make a sheath" stated Draig causing the man to look at him with a furiously for depriving him from laying a hand on the sword.

"You won't be keeping this sword so hurry up and make my sheath" grunted Draig as he took his sword by the handle and laid it on his shoulder to emphasize his point.

The old man seemed to become a bit ravenous after being told he wouldn't keep it but Draig didn't care, he would kill this person before he allowed him to take his possession.

The old man glared at Draig before going into the back room and doing as he had been tasked and he came back with a crimson sheath though he still looked unhappy.

However it wasn't until Draig reached for the sheath that he found out how angry the man was as a knife swung at his wrist and slashed him, the Feratu was taken by surprise as he held the b.l.o.o.d.y apendage.

"Just give me the sword boy and I won't have to sully your remaining sword hand" stated the Old man with a vicious snarl on his face.

"You dare threaten me" asked Draig as he wiped the blood from the wounded wrist to reveal flawless skin beneath it shocking the old man as Draig pulled out his Rapier.

The things wouldn't cut but he was certain it would hurt very badly, with that thought a rapid series of jabs came from Draig and the old man looked as if he was being riddled with bullets as each impact of the tip of the blade seemed to come faster than the last. Finally Draig stopped and looked at the man on the ground as he watched the poor oaf cough up blood from internal injuries.

"Filthy mongrel" grunted Draig sheathing the sword the man had desired to badly before tying it over his Rapier.

Draig didn't spare the fool another glance instead feeling excitement start welling up within him to finally discover what this other Avatar that the Emperor had spoken of was.

'Gotta find somewhere where I can train, I still don't know how to use one of these types of swords' thought Draig because yeah it might have seemed self explanatory but there was a reason why there were different types of swords to begin with, they each served a different purpose in battle.

As Draig though about this he found his path blocked by another Familiar face, her hair draped around her shoulder's still allowing Draig to recognize it was Yuki.

"So you have returned" Stated Yuki, she still wasn't lively as much as she was awkward to be around. He didn't know how to answer her questions when she said everything like it was a fact.

"No, I will be leaving now. I only stopped by to handle some business and now that I have finished I must go" stated the Vampire as he had already waited too long to start training in this other Avatar he apparently possessed.

"I see, when will you be attending the Academy" asked Yuki staring at Draig with those blank eyes that made him think of a certain someone.

"I am not sure, I only know that I will attend after I have mastered my sword" answered Draig as he continued to stare into the girl's eyes.

This lead to an awkward stare off between the two until Yuki turned her back and began walking away.

"If that is the case then come and visit me before you go to join the academy, I will be waiting for you" stated the Heiress of the Kori causing Draig some confusion, he knew what was being insinuated with her action because of his interaction with Sylvie but he hadn't done anything to warrant this person's affection.

Shaking his head Draig left the city again but this time his destination was somewhere more perilous, the Feratu always kept his mind on the scents around him in order to get closer to the danger and christen his swordstyle in the midst of battle like any good technique was meant to be.

'Soon, I'll be done with the training and become able to enter your interesting little academy' thought Draig as he swung the Thousand Fold Blade easily lopping off a tree branch.

Sighing Draig slid the blade back into it's sheath, it seemed he had expected too much from following his nose trying to seek out danger but what if he became the danger, this thought caused Draig to begin smirking as his body began to morph and horns jutted out from his head and his skin turned black wile his lower extremities were covered in fur similar to how pants would look.

He felt his strength rise as he transformed bring a smiled to the Feratu's face, like this he would be able to practice with his sword by wreaking havoc while remaining anonymous, though as he looked at his stachel and rapier he placed his hand against his chest causinig a white mark to appear before the two items found themselves gone in a flash of light.

"Let the games.... begin" chuckled Draig as his voice sounded purely demonic