Looking to his right he spies Kuretz faced down the table they had set up, they had ended up naming the barrel of whisky, Essence of booze... They had only dented the large quant.i.ty contained inside which had spurred Kuretz to drink more than was advisable. The resulting killer headache he was experiencing is one of the negatives to almost drowning in alcohol. Luckily for Reima his genetically enhanced body flushes out alcohol quickly and will ease the pulsing pain in his skull in around 10-20 minutes.

After around an hour a groggy Kuretz wakes up and wipes his face, "What day is it?" he asks trying to confirm how long they were drinking.

Reima "I don't think we spent more than a single night drinking, if we did then colour me surprised."

Kuretz "Good, I don't want another Rakkio incident happening..."

Reima "Rakkio?"

Kuretz "I think he created the stagger style people use nowadays..." he says rubbing his temples.

Reima "Sc.u.m."

Kuretz "He's an alright guy, if abit absentminded... It's those who abuse his teachings to fight dishonourably... Like me for instance."

Reima "Yeah but atleast when you cheat and fight unfairly it's amusing rather than infuriating."

They both laugh when they remember their fight in the arena.

Reima "So, can you show me how you can remove masks again?"

Kuretz "Why? Want one for yourself?"

Reima rapidly shakes his head, "I think we should free the Prospects that are slowly going more insane, we both hate the Guides so why wouldn't you stop them using the Prospects to train their own private army..."

...

Kuretz raises an eyebrow "Youknow kid, I've never even thought about it that way... Youknow what, you're on." He drags Reima out of his secret room and into the centre of the Colosseum, he puts his mask back on before making his hand glow white with Fold particles.

Kuretz "It's rather easy if you know how to do it, all you need to do is disrupt the masks functions and disconnect it's bond to the person... It acts rather like a parasite so if you split the bond you'll be able to remove it." He demonstrates by concentrating the white glow on his fingers before jamming them under the mask, it fiddles around a bit before getting a grip and pulling it off.

Kuretz "Easy enough... Now, lets find you someone to practise on." Reima doesn't question his unwillingness to let Reima test on himself.

After a day and a half of practising Reima finally manages to pull the mask from a female Prospect, she seems shocked and starts touching her face before sobbing. She hugs Reima legs while trying to say thank you but doesn't manage to vocalise it through her unused vocal cords.

Kuretz "Nice one kid... It took me a couple years to actually learn how to do this, for you to do it in a day or two is crazy!" He says as the woman continues to hold Reima like he's her only life-line.

Eventually Reima has to explain to the woman that he has a job to do and asks Kuretz whether he can take care of the people he unmasks.

Kuretz "It's a big thing you're asking of me Reima... But I know a few ways to gather plenty of food and water, but before you start removing every mask you come across we might need some help. If you survive Risryn come back here and we can talk about saving the rest."

Reima nods and leaves to defeat the last Marked one in the Harbour.

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He travels back through the Oratian quarter while avoiding the Prospects he previously defeated and travels to the Harbour, the ruins of s.h.i.+ps are present in the water as Prospects walk aimlessly around. He fights through the ones blocking his path as he finds the Marked one inside of a s.h.i.+pwrecked ruin that somehow made its way on land... Maybe a tsunami carried the boat over here? Reima guesses it was probably the case.

Looking at the Marked one leaning against the rotten wood he examines them, black wooden tribal mask with white things that resemble teeth and red ribbons sprouting from it's top. The man wears an outfit that probably belonged to a sailor at one point, he's barefoot but has tribal-like guards around his ankles.

Reima examines his surroundings and finds a rusted half broken sword in the ground, deciding to test his improvement with telekinesis he lifts the sword before bringing it back and aiming at the Marked one before trying to shoot it at them.

The sword shoots at an average speed soundlessly at the unaware man before sinking into their arm, it doesn't seem fast enough to pierce completely but it's at least stopped him from using that arm.

Reima blinks behind the marked one who's turning towards where the sword was thrown, they try to pull the sword out of their arm but find another one sticking from their chest... Looking behind they see Reima with a grin and his sword stuck firmly in their back.

Reima "Sorry about this, but I'll make it up to you later!" The confused man slowly fades to yellow dust as Reima sheaths his sword on his back.

All the Marked ones are down, what's left is to ascend the mines and fight Risryn. Reima grins and starts walking towards the bridge that connects to the Hunting Grounds and the Tower of Adal.