Chapter 7: Kekkei Genkai
The feeling of thirst settled in.
Arthur didn't need a clock. His body kept a record of its needs, and thirst—this parched dryness—was its way of telling him it was close to dawn.
This was the predictable hour when the guard would return with his meager ration of water. But today, things would be different.
He rose from the floor, having spent the night not just resting but strategizing. The guard's unexpected lapse of vigilance regarding his chains had given him clarity on how to enact a foolhardy plan—one he was daring to try.
Metal echoed down the corridor. Arthur steeled himself, forcing his body into a relaxed posture while his eyes closed in feigned sleep. He pictured his opponent, the guard from the previous day, as slow-witted.
The clang of the cell door jolted him awake as a gruff voice said, "Up, scum. Time for your watery reward before we ship you off."
Arthur feigned sluggishness. The guard opened his cell, unaware that the chains weren't on.
This was it. Arthur carefully analyzed the guard's movements and telegraphed. What he needed was a moment of vulnerability.
As the guard leaned in and his face was inches away, Arthur saw his chance. With a burst of adrenaline, he lunged forward and aimed for the guard's chain.
One sickening thud, and his fist connected cleanly!
The guard grunted, more surprised than hurt. His eyes glazed over as confusion crossing his face. It wasn't enough.