I told Jessica where I was going, which was the training ground to train using the technique and with a quickdraw on Purgans Lunam, I threw the sword over my right shoulder, putting the blunt end next to the side of my face. Retracing on what Purgans said, concentrate, let my sword absorb to condense it, and swing it. I did succeed but it was a black with a golden yellow outline small wave so that is my base color. What am I doing wrong? Maybe I’m thinking my reserve is like a raindrop, small and inefficient while lacking the necessary power to knock some drunkard’s bottle off the dummy’s head. If a raindrop is supposed to help with my overflowing Inner energies and aura. Then maybe I need to imagine it like an actual bottomless ocean.
I contemplate while leaning on my sword, trying to do this is difficult because my dad kept showing up and betrayed Strife while giving her to Rondell, something happened between him and the father of that monster. I’m willing to bet Reinhard knows a thing or two, he is a lot older than I am and seems to have an answer that is just so convenient. But I’d rather tie a boulder to my leg and dump it over one of the great oceans. I lifted the sword up while imagining my reserve getting bigger, I did a diagonal strike and the destructive power made one giant crater cliff.
“Well, well, seems like someone’s training. My name is Vithar, possible relation?” I know that distorted voice burying psychopathic urges into the back of my head. I turn around and he is exactly like me but a few noticeable changes, the hair is pure black, pure golden sclera over narrow eyes, the face is contorted into a maniacal smirk. All the clothes are light gray and I ask him one simple question.
“Why are you here?” Vithar looks at me before putting his index finger on my sternum.
“To give you a simple warning, show any weakness or die from a pitiful enemy, then I will take absolute control over your body. Turning it into a Vasto Espada, beat me and I will relinquish control because you deserve the life while I am stuck in that shithole. Tell me who is the Lorde, the monarch is you while one of us is the lender of the unknown and eldritch power that resides in you. Remember, no weakness!” he says.
I gaze down, absorbing the information.“Ok, Hvithar.”
he dissipates while muttering agreements and a fuck you, I keep practicing until it slowly becomes second nature. It was bad enough that Samerial had to put a restraining long white cloth over me and then had tungsten bolts pinned on my shoulder. But I exploded due to it being right after I released the technique, which made the cloth become tattered on all sides and ends. Charlene told me to look at the cliff, I accidentally sliced one of the mountains in half because I overcharged my last one then made the justification that Tacticuns are supposed to push their body to the absolute limit and we are essentially nothing but cannon fodder, always destined to be thrown around. Kashiron slaps my back.
“Don’t say that! Stop following that and become something above and beyond meat for the butcher!” he shouts, Kashiron is 4 ft 5, white hair that goes down to the neck and bangs that almost covers one of his eyes, sleeveless Traveler’s haori lined with turquoise representing General, cerulean unemotional eyes, cyan torn sash belt, and a chain holster that holds his Regalia known as Frigus Tempestas. A katana-like longsword at 129 centimeters, guard is a Lapis colored Celtic cross, hilt is indigo, and the sheath is dark purple. People call him the midget child but I face plant them in the fucking wall, because nobody insults my colleagues with spite even though I’m stubborn, disrespectful, while being blatantly straightforward and Kashiron always scolds me but still gives a thanks.
I nod at him. Walking back to our room while using Purgans for balance. I painfully did 40 sit ups and 100 pushups, the maid who came to us earlier, got here.
“Altdorf's group of soldiers are here, for you guys. Shit, we’re fucked if that’s why they showed up.” she said, we look at each other, Altdorf is a city, that city is the entire country. They despised the Travelers, seeing us as inhuman monsters for having these “nightmarish” powers, Sandy and I are looking outside behind the window’s curtains. A person in the forefront walks to Roniam’s doors, they wear a tattered white cape bearing Altdorf’s red cross on the left shoulder. As the captain stops and looks down at their right broken gauntlet.
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With one quick motion, it got ripped off and uncaringly threw the pieces of priceless armor to the ground, there is a standard bearer standing so close to that destroyed banner and they started talking. The leader drew their nicked sword, pointing it forward.
“Shit!” I said in a quiet voice and limped my way forward. I toss one of Jessica’s wardrobe in front of the door, then felt dizzy before Hvithar’s mask manifested and they all look at me before I heard.
“Not again!” but psychotic, sexual innuendos loving asswipe is talking about the importance of him residing in me and a few static words that I couldn’t hear while there were servants yelling outside. In a few short moments, Hvithar Mico Motus me outside the door but it didn’t sound like flash movement which is usually silent, a guard was trying to harass one of the girls so I slice him below the waist. Realization hit me when my hussar jacket was in the semi Vollversion stage, ragged white lining and I ran crushing the ground. I sliced through knights while cradling Kashiron in my arms when they got out of our room, and we met the Altdorfian captain.
“Those pathetic soldiers couldn't even beat a couple of worthless dipshits! But that midget right there, is so goddamn adorable, I’m going to take him and-” I cut that sentence off by cutting downwards on the bucket helmet, short dark blonde hair, scar going over her nose, and a feminine face.
“Don’t talk to my friend bordering on frenemy like that!” I said, blocking a blow after another one. She jumps back ripping the cape off its leather straps and throws it on the ground.
“Be quiet! You cut me off, do any Malveni people have manners or shame? Kill you and take his first kiss then make him, my bitch!” she shouts, to which I debate on this decision. it could drive her to absolute fuming madness or make Kashiron hate me but fuck it. I tilt his chin up to me and said a couple words.
“Forgive me.” to which he looks confused. I threw Kashiron at her before attacking the captain again, the captain dropped him and I jump up with Purgans over my head, bringing it down onto the stone ground then using the blunt side to sweep her leg. I use that technique but something counteracted it because there was an explosion, alerting everyone to know where the other Travelers are, the dust clears and runes line up on the middle of her sword’s blade.
“She’s a hypocrite.” I mutter, smirking knowing this is gonna be so difficult. We keep blocking each other’s swings before I grab the cloth dangling from the hilt and use long side attacks. She tries to kill Kashiron by using an incantation that launches a stone spiked pillar towards him. I take it, facing my friend and the thing pierces my heart, I lean down with blood spewing out.
“You okay? Just don’t worry about me, please Kashiron.” I said, smiling genuinely while ignoring the pain of speaking or my chest. I walk forward, tearing myself out of being impaled. Turning all of the remaining attention and consciousness I have left to the Altdorfian knight.
“Caelum Piercer!” I shout slicing diagonally. A beam flies at her, making a massive explosion, I awkwardly walk to see the captain’s body floating away in the river. People look at me and the gaping chest wound.
“Are there any left?” Kashiron asks, making Jessica shake her head.
“Vidar, why did you take the blow instead of me? It just doesn’t make any sense, it’s either you really don’t care about your life and safety or did that really mean something? Idiot!” he puts some emphasis on ‘that’ so I sigh in relief before forcibly letting sleep take its unrighteous hold, by falling sideways and down into the river. Slowly opening my eyes, it was night so I struck a match to light one candle then the room’s temperature dropped significantly. Coldness touched my skin and I felt concern, anger and loneliness mixed all together.
I wobble over to the table, getting some nutritious or not food. Charlene tightly grabs my shoulder and I look at her then sit down.
“You could’ve died until Kashiron had to keep your arms down! Samerial’s throat is sore and strained from you punching him, we were worried that nothing could’ve been done! Did the suffering that fell on you wouldn’t transfer to us, or was your mind borned with stupidity?” Charlene looks like she is about to cry.
“Not necessary. I knew what was happening and chose to protect someone, unlike Reinhard who I think is a rapist. And if that’s true doing anything to anyone like you or Kashiron then I’m killing him!” I said with determination and heard footsteps behind me.
“He tried-” Kashiron says before I vanished.