The passage of time marched on for another three years, and spring, on the verge of summer, enveloped the land. The guild quickly became a hotspot for adventurers, and its global guild ranking steadily increased. The guild building was renovated to increase the size of the main hall by about 1.5 times, and the reception desk area was expanded by 1.5 times as well. Aside from that, the rest of the building remained the same, though now it had evidence of scuffles and disagreements amongst its adventurers.
The upstairs door to Adria’s office suddenly flew open, and an adventurer came flying out, slamming into the railing stopping him from plummeting down to the floor below. “If you want to get violent over the decision I have made,” Adria exclaimed, her mana swelling, “Then I would be happy to oblige! You have two options now. Accept your punishment for leaving one of your guild mates to die after having wounded him gravely on your last quest, and leave the guild at once. Or, you can choose option two, and be forcibly removed by ME.”
The adventurer scrambled to his feet and began to run down the stairs and out of the guild hall. “Screw you and this guild! I’ll just go somewhere where my skills are appreciated!” he yelled.
That response was followed promptly with an explosive fire spell from Adria that blew him out of the doors of the guild hall. “AND STAY OUT!” She exclaimed.
The adventurers all laughed at the fool that dared to cross Adria, but soon went back to their own conversations. Adria went back into her office, shutting the door behind her, and sitting down in her chair. Thinking out loud, with a sigh, she mumbled, “Goddess I hope my sweet Zycor doesn’t turn out as unreasonable as that adventurer… perhaps I should stop his and Aislins training sessions, to prevent her personality from rubbing off on him.”
She leaned back in her chair, and turned to face the window, and, finishing her thought, said, “Then again the training is helping him get stronger and use his magic properly. And who knows, maybe he can curb her rather crude personality.”
Out in the fields where Zycor first found Aislin, the two of them were trading intense blows. “Keep your guard up!” Aislin yelled as she came in with a strong right hook.
Zycor ducked under the blow and put his hand against her stomach, causing lightning to crackle to life. “Right back at ya,” he said matter-of-factly.
Suddenly, a large amount of lightning magic pierced through Aislin at the point of contact and sent her flying. Zycor used the fact that just expelling lighting magic doesn’t cause visible damage, and the fact that Aislin had far more defense than Zycor could possibly hope to get through at his level, to unleash the largest sum of magic he could muster.
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Aislin hit the ground, back first, but recovered quickly. Performing a backflip off the initial rebound, landing on her feet, she confidently said, “Nice one kid, but something tells me you won’t be using magic for a while.” As a smile formed on her face, she continued, “Well, seeing as your magic is gone,” She got low, ready to close the distance, “Let’s finish this HAND TO HAND!”
A large amount of highly concentrated fire burst from Aislin's feet, almost instantly closing the distance. Using the momentum from the dash, she threw a lariat at Zycor that caused him to crash to the ground as she dug her heels into the ground in order to slow her momentum. As she turned to Zycor, she saw him lying on the ground, not moving. When she called out to him and he didn't answer, she mumbled fearfully, “Oh shit.”
She rushed over to Zycor and knelt down, “Hey, are you ok little bro!” Aislin picked Zycor up and slapped his face a couple times, and he started to groan a bit. “Oh thank the Goddess you aren’t dead!” she exclaimed, with a sigh of relief. She stood up with him unconscious in her arms, “Alright, let’s get you back to the guild, that’s enough training for today.”
Aislin put the unconscious Zycor on her back, then headed back to the guild hall. When she arrived and opened the doors to the rowdy building, she began frantically scanning the room. After confirming that Adria was not around to see Zycor unconscious, she turned her attention to the adventurers. “If any of you morons say a thing to Adria, I will personally castrate you,” Aislin violently commented.
The adventurers erupted into laughter and said, “That’s hilarious, you think any of us need to tell the guild master!”
Confused, Aislin demanded, “What do you idiots mean by tha-.”
“Oh Aislin~,” a voice behind her softly said. As she shuddered, Aislin turned around and was greeted with a very annoyed and very upset Adria.
“H-ha, ha… Hey~ there Adria, how’s it going?” Aislin stammered, trying to diffuse the situation.
“Aislin,” Adria began, a wicked smile overtaking her face, “Let’s go to the back room to patch my boy up.”
After they disappeared into the back room and the door had shut behind them, there was a loud boom, followed by Aislin yelling, “OW!”
In the room, Zycor laid the bed and Aislin sat on the floor with her head still sizzling from the fire magic. Adria sighed, “Honestly, I don’t know how you two can take it so far.”
Aislin mumbled, “Well, the kid refuses to give up. Even when I try to end things early he still comes at me. What could possibly drive someone to desire strength that bad?”
Adria, who was tending to the wounds on Zycor, paused and stood there in silence for a moment. Adria softly said, “Zycor does have a reason. Whether his goal is right or wrong, however, remains to be seen.” Adria then returned to finishing up the first aid.
Aislin asked, “Does it have something to do with why he always has his left arm covered with a sleeve?”
“That’s enough questions Aislin. If you want to know so bad, you will have to ask Zycor himself when he wakes up,” Adria sternly stated.