Chapter 53: [53]:Ratman Slaves
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Shaking his head, Issei armoured up and drew a pair of the ninjatō he had gotten his hands on during the last burrow raid. They were disposable weapons that he could use without concern...at least until he ran out of them.
Stepping down the stairs, he hesitated as the door ground back into position. Thankfully, there were torches, the kind you saw described in Dungeons and Dragons, lining the way down the stairway. The flames oozed out inky smoke that made Issei suspect that animal fat was used to fuel them.
Or human fat.
Shaking his head at the morbid, but all-too-likely, thought, the Sekiryūtei continued down the stairs, tense and ready for a sneak attack. He wouldn’t put it past the ninja-eske ratmen of Clan Eshin to stage a sneak attack on him amidst the dim light of the torches.
"[Force Absorption Field], [Bronze Skin]." He muttered as he brought his two main defensive spells online. It never hurt to be careful.
At the bottom of the stairs was, as usual, a round room with a chest in the centre of it. Opening it, Issei found three things in it; a skill book, a sword and a necklace. He decided to see what the sword was first.