General Eldric, sitting in the makeshift office within the classroom, reflected deeply as he watched the vigorous activity in the training hall through the open door. The weight of his responsibility was palpable; he was tasked with shaping the first Paladins of Aethel, a force envisioned to be unparalleled in the history of the World Tree.
His thoughts were particularly focused on Isabelle Dubois, whose interview had left a strong impression on him. Beyond her remarkable A-ranked ice affinity, Isabelle possessed a natural intelligence and work ethic that Eldric found both rare and indispensable. It was not just her magical potential that stood out, but her ability to quickly understand complex concepts and strategies, making her a potential leader who could inspire and guide others.
Eldric saw in Isabelle the potential to be more than just a powerful Paladin; she could be a beacon in the darkest of battles, elevating the group's collective strength and resilience. He had noted her seeming subordination to Jack Benally, but meeting her convinced him of her true leadership capabilities.
Despite the promise that Isabelle and others showed, Eldric couldn’t shake off a sense of trepidation. The distribution of mana and affinities was always an enigma, granting powers that were as random as they were potent. For every Paladin like Isabelle, whose abilities seemed harmoniously aligned, there were others whose gifts were more challenging to integrate into cohesive fighters. The task was made more daunting by the need for a large number of powerful trainers, a demand heightened by the elves' increased aggressions on Aethel’s outer realms.
Rising from his chair, Eldric’s gaze swept over the training hall. These Paladins were Aethelrion's answer to the looming threats. The task of nurturing leaders like Isabelle, who could turn this group of exceptional individuals into an unstoppable force, was daunting. But his trust in Aethelrion's plan remained unshaken, despite the uncertainties.
"Number 12," he called out, his voice echoing above the sounds of training. He watched the Paladins, each a key piece in this grand design. His mind was a mix of strategy and resolve. These Paladins, unique in their abilities and backgrounds, were the future. He was determined to unlock their full potential, to forge them into a force capable of facing any challenge.
His gaze lingered on the training Paladins, forming a silent vow in his mind: he would do everything within his power to prepare them, to turn them into the guardians that Aethel and all realms needed. The journey ahead was fraught with challenges, but Eldric was ready to lead them through it, trusting in the divine plan that Aethelrion had entrusted to him. He headed back to his desk to wait for the next paladin.
The door to the classroom creaked open, and a man stepped through with an air of calm assurance. His posture was disciplined, every movement precise and measured, indicative of years of rigorous training. General Eldric observed the newcomer, taking in the subtle details that spoke volumes about his character. The man's attire, though simple, was meticulously kept, and his demeanor exuded a quiet strength that Eldric found intriguing.
The man approached with measured steps. His eyes, dark and introspective, held a depth that suggested a life shaped by duty and discipline. He moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, a stark contrast to the raw, unrefined energy of many of the other Paladins.
Eldric’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, trying to gauge the man’s potential as a Paladin. He inspected him and considered Aurëthallë’s information and analysis but had always preferred to take the measure of a man himself. There was a certain reticence about him, a controlled energy that Eldric found both compelling and enigmatic. He noted the way the man’s eyes briefly scanned the room, taking in his surroundings with a strategic eye, yet remaining respectfully averted from Eldric's own gaze.
Eldric cleared his throat, breaking the momentary silence that had settled in the room. “Please, have a seat,” he gestured towards the chair opposite his desk. As the man complied, Eldric began with an authoritative tone. “Let's start with the basics. Your name and a brief account of your past, if you please.”
The man sat upright, embodying an air of respect. “My name is Kazuo Yamamoto,” he started, his voice calm and measured. “I served as a samurai, loyal to my daimyo. In his service, I struck down many, bound by duty. However, a betrayal led me to act against my lord, after which I vowed to never strike with my blade again.”
Eldric’s eyebrow arched in intrigue. “A swordsman without a blade. That's a compelling paradox. And your affinities?” He was curious about the man's martial potential despite his vow of non-violence.
Kazuo responded, “Metal and Stone, both B-graded. They mirror my journey – the resilience of metal and the unwavering nature of stone.” Eldric considered this. Though not exceptional, when combined with Kazuo's evident martial prowess, these affinities could render him a formidable frontline fighter.
“And what motivates you, Kazuo? Why do you think Aetherlion chose you?” Eldric probed, keen to understand his motivations.
“I once served one lord, now I wish to serve a greater purpose. To protect not just a single realm, but all of existence,” Kazuo articulated with a reflective depth.
Eldric leaned back, contemplating Kazuo's words. Here was a man shaped by honor and discipline, not confined by his past. His solid, dependable affinities matched the man's character. Eldric foresaw Kazuo as a significant asset, perhaps in ways unforeseen.
“You present an interesting blend of past actions and affinities,” Eldric finally said thoughtfully. “You hold promise for substantial growth. However, about your vow - will it supersede your oath to Aethelrion and the World Tree? There may come a time when your sword is essential.”
Kazuo’s eyes met Eldric’s directly, revealing a newfound resolve. “My vow was to refrain from unjust harm and servitude. But now, understanding the true stakes, I will wield my blade if necessity demands it.”
Eldric nodded, reassured by Kazuo’s commitment. Kazuo Yamamoto, once a samurai bound by a personal vow, now stood ready to embrace a larger destiny as a Paladin. His innate mastery with the blade which Eldric could sense without the man needing to boast, combined with his solid affinities, could indeed make him a vital weapon against the swarm. The more warriors like Kazuo he could forge, the more Eldric felt hopeful in their grim fight against the encroaching darkness.
General Eldric leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed Kazuo. "Your affinities, combined with your martial skills, suggest that you could be an exceptional frontline warrior," he stated firmly. "Your obvious abilities with the sword and your affinity for metal and stone lend themselves well to defensive and offensive capabilities on the battlefield. You will serve as a frontline fighter in the coming battles."
Kazuo listened intently, his expression betraying no emotion but his eyes reflecting a deep understanding of his role. "I am prepared to fulfill whatever duty is required of me for the greater good," he replied, his voice steady and resolute.
Eldric nodded, appreciating the samurai's commitment. He recognized the potential in Kazuo's combination of disciplined martial prowess and his B-graded affinities. It was a blend that, while not extraordinary, could be honed into a significant asset for the Paladins. Eldric pondered how best to integrate Kazuo's skills and abilities into the broader strategy of preparing for the impending threats.
Eldric, returning to the present, focused his attention back on Kazuo. "Your unique background, shaped by both martial discipline and a personal journey of honor, will be invaluable," he stated with a hint of admiration in his voice. "You possess qualities that are essential not only for your own development as a Paladin but also for inspiring and guiding those around you." He considered how Kazuo's wisdom and restraint could influence the younger, more impulsive Paladins.
Kazuo, absorbing Eldric's words, remained contemplative. Eldric, maintaining the protocol he had established with the other Paladins, invited him to ask a question. "You may ask one question," he offered, his tone balanced between invitation and authority.
After a thoughtful pause, Kazuo spoke. "I wish to understand the true nature of our adversary," he said, his voice steady. "How can we, as mere mortals, prepare to confront creatures that even the Gods fear?"
Eldric nodded, recognizing the depth of Kazuo's inquiry. "The threat we face, known as the Swarm, is indeed formidable. It requires more than just physical strength or magical prowess. The divine energy bestowed upon you will elevate your capabilities beyond even my own, Aethelrion did not believe he was removing a defender when he sacrificied himself but instead multiplying the strength of our forces. You will fight with the strength of a god and I will lead you there." he explained with a sense of gravity.
Kazuo listened intently, clearly processing the immense responsibility that lay ahead. Eldric saw in him a warrior prepared to adapt and rise above his historical vow.
"Your journey as a Paladin will challenge you in unprecedented ways," Eldric continued, leaning forward to emphasize his point. "It will demand versatility and resilience, but I am confident in your ability to meet these challenges. Dismissed"
With a respectful bow, Kazuo stood, his determination evident. "I am committed to this new path," he declared, his voice resonating with resolve.
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Eldric watched Kazuo exit, feeling a sense of assurance about the samurai's potential. Kazuo's honor, discipline, and conviction were exactly what the Paladins needed. As each unique individual joined this new force, Eldric felt increasingly confident in their collective strength.
"Number 13," Eldric called out, stepping to the doorway. There was no immediate response, prompting a frown from the General. Eldric raised his voice, calling again. Time was a luxury they couldn't afford to waste. As he saw a figure in the distance acknowledge and start running towards the classroom, Eldric returned inside to await the tardy Paladin. Every second was critical in preparing for the looming challenges they faced.
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Michael, panting slightly from the dash to the classroom, paused at the door to compose himself. His mind raced with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. This was more than just an interview; it was an opportunity to understand his place in this new reality. The thought of discussing his affinities and potential with General Eldric filled him with a sense of eagerness he hadn't felt since his university days. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves and smoothing out his training gear before stepping into the room.
The moment Michael entered, the intense scrutiny of General Eldric's gaze was immediately palpable. His heart hammered in his chest, a mixture of respect and anxiety seizing him as he faced the stern figure who held so much sway over his future. Eldric's presence was commanding, his armor shining with an aura of authority and his expression, stern yet contemplative, seemed to pierce through Michael's facade, seeking to uncover the essence of his character.
"Please, take a seat," Eldric directed with a tone that was both commanding and courteous. Michael's response was almost reflexive, a nod as he moved towards the chair. He seated himself, consciously maintaining an upright posture, an effort to project a confidence that belied the intimidation he felt under the General’s penetrating gaze.
General Eldric wasted no time on pleasantries, his voice firm and expectant as he began. "Let's start with the basics. Your name, background, and a brief recount of how you found yourself here."
"Michael Libertaelum," Michael responded, his voice steady, belying the racing thoughts in his mind. "I was an actuary on Earth. A life dominated by risk assessments and probabilities, yet devoid of any real risk-taking." He paused briefly, reflecting on the monotony of his past life. "I was driving to work one day, just another ordinary morning, when suddenly, everything changed. There was an accident, one that by all accounts, should have been fatal. Instead of the end, though, I found myself face to face with Aethelrion and was transported here."
As he spoke, Michael was acutely aware of the need to be transparent with Eldric. He understood the importance of mutual exchange of information, yet he was also cautious. There were details, like the peculiarities during his core formation, that he felt uneasy about sharing. In this new world where he knew so little, Michael was not ready to expose vulnerabilities that could potentially make him a target or set him apart in ways he didn't yet understand. His strategy was to be forthcoming but guarded, revealing enough to gain trust but withholding the depths of his uncertainties and the anomalies he had experienced.
Michael's candid recounting of his journey prompted a subtle change in Eldric's expression, one that hinted at a mix of interest and contemplation. Eldric leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers as he considered Michael's words.
"It is quite peculiar Aethelrion chose you and not a warrior but it is not my place to question our God. And your affinities?" Eldric inquired, his voice taking on a curious tone. "What strengths do you bring to this new role as a Paladin?"
Michael felt a surge of pride mixed with excitement as he responded. "I have three affinities: Space and Gravity, both A-ranked, and Luck, which is C-ranked.”
Eldric's eyebrows raised ever so slightly, a clear indication of his interest. "A and C-ranked affinities... that is an unusual combination, especially with Space and Gravity being so high. Such potential could indeed prove to be a formidable asset." His gaze lingered on Michael, assessing him not just for his magical capabilities, but for the resolve and character necessary to harness such power.
"Your background as a, what did you call it, actuary," Eldric continued, "it's a field unfamiliar to most here. Do you find it relevant in this world?"
Michael pondered the question, sensing the underlying challenge in Eldric's words. "The principles of risk assessment and probability are universal, General," he replied thoughtfully. "While I may not have the combat experience of many here, my ability to analyze situations and calculate odds could offer a strategic advantage."
Eldric nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Indeed, a unique perspective can often turn the tide in unpredictable ways. Remember, Michael, your affinities and past experiences are tools. How effectively you wield them will determine your success as a Paladin."
The conversation then took a turn towards the more personal aspects of Michael's transition into this new world. Eldric inquired about the challenges he had faced so far and his interactions with the other Paladins. Michael shared his observations and experiences, noting the bonds he had begun to form, particularly with Elisabetta and Lex. He spoke of his determination to prove himself, to transform from a man of numbers into a warrior of Aethel.
Eldric listened intently, his expression revealing little of his thoughts. As the interview neared its end, he gave Michael a chance to ask a question of his own. Michael had so much he wanted to know, but once again found himself drawing a blank in this heavily restricted format. Sighing but too curious to hold back he asked "What are the other floors for?"
Eldric suppressed a chuckle at Michael's question. It might have seemed trivial, but in the overwhelming context of their situation, focusing on a seemingly minor detail like the building's structure was understandable.
"Michael, the additional floors," Eldric began, adopting a more explanatory tone, "are for advanced phases of your training. Vulcanus, the God of Crafting and the Forge, was instrumental in their design. His work ensures that each level presents unique and progressive challenges. While I can't divulge too much at this stage, know that the facilities are extensive and multifaceted, crafted to cater to a range of skills far beyond what you've seen so far."
Michael's initial disappointment visibly shifted to a thoughtful curiosity. Eldric's response had shed light on the broader scope of the barracks, revealing a layer of complexity and depth that Michael hadn't considered.
General Eldric observed Michael's expression shift from curiosity to a subtle acceptance as he processed the answer about the building's mysterious floors. Sensing an opportunity to redirect the conversation, Eldric leaned forward, adopting a more serious tone.
"Michael, despite your unconventional background, there's a potential within you that shouldn't be underestimated," Eldric began, his gaze piercing. "Your affinities, particularly for Space and Gravity, are not only rare but immensely powerful. They could be harnessed in myriad ways, making you a versatile combatant on the battlefield. A control mage at the least but likely so much more."
Michael listened closely, the weight of Eldric's words not lost on him. The possibility of being a significant player in this new world was both exhilarating and daunting.
Eldric continued, "Your lack of combat experience is a challenge, yes, but also an opportunity. You have the chance to mold your abilities from the ground up, free from any preconceived notions or habits. We will work closely with our trainers to determine the best combat style that suits your unique strengths."
Michael felt a surge of determination at these words. The idea of crafting his own style, of being more than just a number cruncher, ignited a newfound resolve within him.
"And leadership," Eldric added, his tone firm. "I've noticed your interactions with other Paladins. You have a knack for forming bonds, a crucial trait for a leader. In this new role, you will not only be a warrior but potentially a guiding force for others."
Michael's thoughts raced. Leadership was a role he had never envisioned for himself, yet the idea sparked a sense of purpose. The prospect of guiding others, of being someone who could make a difference, was both an honor and a responsibility he was willing to embrace.
Eldric stood up, signaling the end of the interview. "Michael, your journey as a Paladin will test you in ways you've never imagined. But remember, the greatest strength often arises from overcoming what we once thought impossible. Train hard, learn well, and keep an open mind. You have much to offer this world."
As Michael stood to leave, he felt a mix of gratitude and anticipation. General Eldric's words had not only affirmed his potential but had also provided a clearer path forward. Stepping out of the office, Michael felt ready to embrace the challenges ahead. The training, the mastery of his affinities, the potential for leadership – it was a daunting path, but one he was now eager to walk. His journey as a Paladin of Aethel was just beginning, and he was determined to make the most of it.
Michael stepped out of the classroom, his mind still echoing with General Eldric's words. He felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination, a blend of excitement and apprehension about the journey ahead. As he made his way back to the training hall, he was keenly aware of the new path unfolding before him.
The hall was a flurry of activity, with Paladins engaging in various forms of physical training, some still running but others having moved on to various other exercises. Despite his earlier exhaustion, Michael felt a surge of energy at the prospect of improving his physical capabilities. He joined a group of his fellows gathered around a set of weights.
He picked up a set of weights, feeling their heft. It was a familiar sensation, yet imbued with new meaning. With each lift, he focused on channeling his mana, enhancing his strength and endurance. The weights felt lighter than expected, a testament to the burgeoning power within him. The mana seemed to flow naturally as he got into a rhythm pumping out curls as his mana hummed along through its channels.
New Skill: Internal Mana Control: 1 / 5
Nice work Michael you have achieved equivalent mastery to a child or novice!
His first skill gain! Sure he was likely one of the later members of the group to acquire it, but having a capability like that laid out made the idea of practicing so much more palatable, in fact it almost felt addictive as he started lifting with renewed vigor. He could tell the skill gain hadn’t actually improved anything just quantified, but the process of learning to wield his mana had been easier than he expected. Perhaps Cindy was as useful as she said she was.
Of course I am! I am a multiversal entity much greater than your so-called Gods. I’m not really your sister, even if she was also much more useful than you.
Elisabetta, nearby, was working with a set of lighter weights, her face a mask of concentration. Michael thought he saw a subtle glow of mana around her hands, a visual cue of her efforts to integrate magic into her workout. Her progress was impressive, reflecting her determination and affinity for magic.
As Michael set down the weights, taking a moment to catch his breath, he noticed Gaius Marius standing up, his number having been called. The Roman Centurion moved with a disciplined grace, his bearing that of a seasoned warrior. His confidence was evident, yet there was a humility in his stride, a recognition of the gravity of his upcoming conversation with General Eldric.
Michael watched Gaius enter the classroom, pondering the diversity of backgrounds and strengths among the Paladins. Each had a unique story, a distinct set of skills and affinities, yet they were all united in their purpose. The realization that he was part of this extraordinary group filled him with a sense of belonging and responsibility, but perhaps equally with a deep sense of imposter syndrome and fear of inadequacy. He picked up the weights, he was an actuary, but he would earn his place among these warriors.