From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 161: Purple Armor

The man's gratitude was evident in his slightly trembling handshake and his warm smile. "Th-thank you," he stammered, clearly moved by Ty's assurance and support.

"Of course, just do what you can and stand proud," Ty responded, placing his skeletal hand on the man's shoulder in a gesture of solidarity.

King Griswald, with the white-haired man following close behind, then addressed Ty and Nana directly. "Ty and Lady Nanako, I trust that you both can hold your own as I work with Armond to pierce the front lines towards the cave," he said, acknowledging their capabilities.

His tone was respectful and appreciative as he continued, "I know it would be even easier with your assistance, but I want you and Nana to focus on protecting those who fall and cannot fight any longer. While your presence here is both respected and needed, I heed your words about conserving your stamina. We must ensure you are ready for the pivotal moment when the strongest foes arise."

King Griswald's instructions were clear. He recognized the value of Ty and Nana's strengths and wanted to utilize them strategically. His words implied a deep understanding of the battlefield and the importance of each role within it.

Ty absorbed King Griswald's words, understanding the deeper strategy behind them. He responded with a respectful tone, "I understand. You want your men to be pushed to the brink, fighting with everything they have, so they may grow stronger. And I'll be there to step in when they're pushed too far. Is that right?"

King Griswald, pausing for a moment, gave a simple nod in affirmation. "That's right," he confirmed.

He elaborated on his strategy, "After I am gone one day, as I'm sure I have much more to do than squabble in our problems, we will need new warriors, and even a new king may emerge. The next king might even be among the crowd fighting today, and they just need that push to unlock some latent ability. So, I hope you understand the importance of your role."

"Of course," Ty responded, his tone conveying both understanding and commitment. "It will be my pleasure to assist where I can while we figure things out fully, especially considering our last private conversation."

This exchange between Ty and King Griswal

Ty, with a sense of purpose and understanding of the task ahead, placed his hand on King Griswald's shoulder as he walked past him. "I'll head off 15 minutes after the last garrison deploys," he informed the king.

King Griswald, slightly puzzled by the term, asked, "Garrison?"

Realizing his use of unfamiliar terminology, Ty quickly clarified, "Oh, sorry, where I'm from, 'garrison' is another word for troops. Haha."

The king, intrigued by the word, responded with a hint of amusement, "Ah, I see. I like that word, though. It does have a good ring to it, now doesn't it?"

As Ty made his way back to the tents and buildings, he entered his hut with a deep sense of introspection. After stretching slightly, he began to remove his clothes, his actions automatic as his mind wandered.

"What am I even doing? Will any of this matter at the end of the day…" he pondered, his skeletal hands covering his face in a moment of existential doubt. A deep-seated question resurfaced, driving his purpose, "I'm doing all of this to get back to Jade, right?"

In the midst of his contemplation, Ty witnessed something extraordinary. The double-bladed Kana, which he had placed down earlier, began to move on its own. It floated around him, almost as if it were alive, embodying a presence that went beyond a mere weapon. As it circled him, a voice emanated from it, imparting wisdom that seemed to resonate with Ty's current state of mind.

"Maybe it will be nothing at the end, but I do know the choice of doing nothing will always mean nothing. Time is a brutal, uncaring creature. Either you jump on the train and go along for the ride, or you get run over by the train and someone else will climb on top."

The words, metaphorical and profound, echoed in Ty's head, causing him to ponder their meaning. The sword, now floating above him, seemed to be more than just a tool for battle; it was a conduit for guidance, offering insights that Ty needed to hear at that moment.

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With a mix of surprise and realization, Ty muttered softly, "So you can talk!"

As the golden blades trembled slightly, a second, more ominous voice resonated in Ty's mind, offering a stark contrast to the earlier guidance. "You can just give yourself to me at any time, and I'll kill everything in the pathway. Just let me know when you are ready for that, and I will come running!" it said, its tone brimming with callous intent and dark promise.

Ty's reaction was immediate and visceral. "There is no way I'd ever do that, I know malice and evil when I see it. Just who are you!" he shouted out loud, his voice echoing in the small confines of the hut.

As Ty stood in his hut, still processing the silent response from the weapon, the door swung open abruptly, startling him. He spun around quickly, coming face to face with a man who had just entered.

The newcomer had dark black hair with striking red tips and his eyes were a distinctive crimson yellow, an unusual and captivating appearance. He stood confidently, his gaze fixed on Ty.

"Hello, you are Ty, the Skeletal Knight, right?" the man asked in a tone that carried both curiosity and a certain measure of respect.

Ty, still slightly taken aback by the sudden interruption, managed to respond. "Y-Yeah, that's me," he said. "I was in the process of going through some personal stuff and getting my armor on. Who are you, and what can I do for you?"

The man introduced himself with an air of formality. "My name is Tyrod Camingal. I am the second in command for the 1st house's military. I was hoping you could assist me in becoming stronger, however."