The Rocaloi Academy's Key To Success!

Gurgle gurlge, splash!

"Easy now, easy now." Ciemnosc stood in front of the captain's deck and spoke with a calm tone in his voice. The medium ship had just clashed slightly against a pile of severed limbs and remnants of bodies along with the sinking enemy ship that was... much smaller than before. The captain of the medium ship nodded and looked apologetic as he said, with some honesty, "Sorry, Chief."

"..." - "...!" Ciemnosc just looked back at the captain and didn't say any further to the matter. And when the captain, on the other hand, became alarmed upon seeing the Chief in Command not 'grinning' or giving him a look of 'heh heh! Fuck 'em!' and quickly re-adjusted his helm and instructed the crew at the panels nearby to go slower and much more carefully now.

The battlefield was calm now, the battle had ended already. What was left of it was the remains of many enemy ships destroyed in the water, along with some small ships that were similarly destroyed.

To the extreme north of the battlefield, a few enemy ships floating in the water and slowly sinking, destroyed, could be seen being looted. When the ‘center of command’ from the enemy side was turned into bits after a severe bombardment, the enemy side had of course their whole spirits and morale fall to underneath levels. A lot of them flew during the last moments of the battle. But they were simply not able to flee away, becoming target practice for the armored cars’ troops that had already gone through several warm-ups.

What followed suit in the battle was a mediocre but fiery last stand from part of the enemy. The 4 major organization cultivators were obviously not going to let themselves be killed after surrendering. Everyone knew that Ciemnosc was a despicable, heinous heathen without the heart to take surrendered prisoners. Every single cultivator that faced his forces was killed, murdered, and sometimes even humiliated before death.

Nothing of the sort like rape or mangling an enemy cultivator before dealing the killing blow, but more about giving a beating, breaking their spirit, and then killing them… Which was worse in many ways.

When the enemy’s so-called center of command was deleted off the water, the small ships among the enemy ranks actually began nearby enemy ships. And like before, other enemy ships attacked both, the small ships and their fellow enemy ships. Through the heavy, intense, and constant— desperate too —fire had small ships fall one after the other despite their incredible durability.

Their crew, who were already being downed and shot at from before when their protective barriers were gone, became even more exposed to the enemy ships’ cannons as they boarded enemy ships by sending out those shafts and even ended up hooking several enemy ships at the same time.

Other small ships were self-destroyed, with a little array formation that Ciemnosc had created, somehow having become proficient in explosions and could basically unleash a chain reaction to any very near vessel with a lot more Powerful Stones. Which, in the case of all small ships that hooked enemies with those shafts, it was basically the best chance to make use of such self-destructive means.

However, it was only the captains who were capable of effectuating such little array formation, which could in turn only be created by someone like Ciemnosc and only Ciemnosc himself.

Thus, only over the small ships that were forced to self-destruct after hooking so many enemy ships and being fired at constantly did quite a few of them have to employ such tactics. That didn’t mean that no small ships were destroyed by the enemy’s cannons and collisions with their enemy ships against the small ships.

With the help of the armored cars at both shores, they were always used with the most remarkable accuracy of the aiming guidance system to aim and fire away. The small ships received the help they needed. Even the medium ship started advancing to help and directly capsize as many enemy ships as possible while firing nonstop at the places where enemy ships were almost forcing other small ships to self-destruction.

From those who had to self-destroy their own small ship, some captains managed to save their crew, albeit not all of it. And other small ships had their crew members completely exterminated or just a few surviving, with the captain being the last to stand, simply fighting on his own against the enemies and taking quite a few of them on their own but… naturally, they weren’t someone like Ciemnosc who could take several of more or less his same ‘level’; though it is more like prowess level than cultivation base.

The end result was already in his head after visualizing everything with his very own eyes. But he was still waiting to see when the report for the battle would come. And while he waited, his troops were already looting around, searching for any survivors, killing and rescuing ally and foe respectively, while also quickly searching the enemy ships that were clearly not wasted at 100% and something may or may not show itself to be collected by the sailors.

Hence, the medium ship Ciemnosc was on was added to the search and loot party, offering a much faster process over a larger area with their larger crew.

Splatter splatter, splash.

At this moment, Ciemnosc finally arrived in the middle without going over any enemies’ bodies or crashing over the enemy ships that still needed to be searched. Looking down from the captain’s deck, Ciemnosc watched from above the remains of bodies in the water, none with signs of or with actual life left in them; ran by his scanning unparalleled Spirit Sense.

‘Hmm,’ Ciemnosc thought, even if it was just an imaginary hum. He looked at one of the bodies, it was of a female, though less than half her face remained, and the upper left corner of her torso was missing, her arms were as if cut in half cleanly, and her right leg was gone while her left leg was as if dusted after being shelled on land with dust seemingly wanting to for part of her.

Unlike other bodies, she managed to have hers without it being just some piece of flesh and blood holding onto an organ or more flesh; either because of the fear of being bombarded and crouching down and/or embracing themselves with the deepest, deadliest of fears. Or because of embracing one another at the time their bodies were reached by the blast of pure energy, one after the other. They all ended up being somewhat saved… for those who were saved of completely disappearing - an even horrible fate than just dying.

“Take them and send them back on a raft,” Ciemnosc said after glancing over the female corpse floating above a few other pieces of limbs, flesh, and whatnot, even some very tiny amount of hair compared to everything else. The captain behind him had nothing to say or express about Ciemnosc’s words. He just nodded and began talking to his collar again.

“Sigh,” Ciemnosc let out breaths of fresh, cold air in this warm air above the Little Lake. Unlike the snow all around, the Little Lake’s aerial territory was somewhat warm but still fresh. It was something, but Ciemnosc still could not feel the difference between this and the coldest of temperatures or the hottest instead; he indeed ‘felt’ them, but he didn’t go through the process of either feeling cold or hot. Only… refreshed and inclined towards coldness.

After heaving that sigh, Ciemnosc turned to face the west, where a pretty orange-haired beauty was waving at him after noticing him finally look her way after repeatedly following the damn, stupid medium ship. But Ciemnosc, who was ‘unaware’, grinned without her knowledge. He was too far away for her to know anyway.

“Get the ships to make a bridge, starting with the medium ship on the east shore, go on,” Ciemnosc said, waving a little back to Missa, who then made silly little movements with her hips, swaying left and right while embracing herself. Ah, people could really act so silly yet enjoyable at times, especially after tough battles.

… A little over half an hour later, the medium ship was sailed to the east shore and acted as the starting point of a bridge made by ships to cross from the east to the west, and as armored cars drove through the decks where they cheered and were cheered back by the ships’ crew - Ciemnosc, Gallah and Missa were meeting on land to the side where Ciemnosc’s commanding vehicle’s entrance was.

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Distanced apart from the armored cars that crossed over and continued to form a long square formation, together but not placed close to each other in case of any surprise attacks. They couldn’t be complacent now. The 3 big bosses of the base were there, with an extra slender, thin guy who was nervous to be alone surrounded by these legends.

“... Ahem, well, reporting to Chief in Command, boss Missa, and boss Gallah.” The nervous guy said, taking a parchment out and began reading it with a decent pose, it was nice to see. “We have a total of 18 small ships destroyed, 7 of which were by the enemy’s cannons and crashing against them, while another one was the one who created a massive explosion with a chain reaction of almost an entire 2 km. Fortunately, there weren’t any small ships near the center of that initial explosion. But some more losses were suffered from the small ships within the chain reaction.”

“The rest of the small ships are being repaired, with only 3 of them needing extensive repairs and the rest just needing a few hours to be repaired at most.” The nervous young man said before bowing, stepping back a few times before turning around and leaving the commanding vehicle and its group of 3.

“... Gallah, have the armored cars scout around both shores. We are camping and anchoring right here,” Ciemnosc spoke before Missa’s smiley face could scheme any awful things, adding while rubbing his forehead and staring towards the Little Lake. “Let them rest, we’ll depart tomorrow. Get more repairmen and repairwomen to help those who need it the most.”

“Understood, um-” Gallah nodded, releasing his crossed arms and looking with surprise at Ciemnosc’s face while Missa opened the commanding vehicle’s entrance. Yet, before he could speak any further and tell Ciemnosc and Missa that he wasn’t expecting the former to order encamping today, Missa hugged Ciemnosc’s neck from behind and dragged him into the commanding vehicle.

Thud- plop plop thud, zziip. Rustle rustle, plop~. Squelch squelch…

Their bodies fell on the commanding vehicle’s floor, Ciemnosc with his back head on against it and Missa crawling on top of him with their ‘center waists’ facing each other so perfectly. Missa gave the boy no time at all as she started kissing him wantonly, shamelessly in front of the watching Gallah outside the entrance with a distance of over 3 meters.

Then, with her dexterity showing, she unblocked Ciemnosc’s pants and lowered them down, or else he would complain again. Letting the monster that was already woken up but still groggy, she massaged it well while eating all of Ciemnosc’s face, her right hand womanhandling the shit out of his phallus as she marveled at the sensation just like she always does.

Without any feeling of shyness, she bared her twat, bums, and chrysanthemum to Gallah as she dropped her own uniform’s pants. But without wasting any more time, she let the kraken fall upon the poor, large boat below. Crushing it with all her force, yet not being able to squeeze it like it would happen if it was Gallah instead, the large boat began rocking back and forth as the kraken battled it to eat it. But all that Missa the rapist did out of respect was to just rub herself back and forth time and again and not go any ‘deeper’ or further than that.

At times, she went up and then down. Mimicking penetration, sensual movements that ended up letting her pussy taste a bit of Ciemnosc’s manhood. And it felt amazing on his part, no insertion, but the mere accompaniment of Missa with her body, heat and heart as they caressed each other so ultimately intimately had him already squirming a little.

“Ah, hahh~ ahn- hah!” Missa began to rub harder and faster, then slower and more passionately, alternating between specific timings just to adhere to both of their desired pleasure and in accordance with their intimacy levels. Kissing him wantonly at times, pecking all over his face at other times and letting her hands and palms touch, trace, and pinch wherever she wanted.

Gallah: (╯⊙ ⊱ ⊙╰ ) ┌( •́ ਊ •̀ )┐

After reacting to their ‘dy-humping’ and rubbing without abandon, Gallah made a face of ‘oh well, nice!’ before turning around and letting the commanding vehicle’s door close on its own. He was about to go and find some ‘new friends’ for himself tonight.

Meanwhile, on his commanding vehicle’s floor, Ciemnosc was being groped for his slim yet slightly defined abs, and his shoulders and arms were not let alone. His chest was, in turn, pressed by Missa’s breasts from time to time, her hands grabbing at Ciemnosc’s wrists and telling them where to go next and please her - as she rubbed and rubbed, pleasing both.

Despite being a virgin, the boy was getting to know so many things, only he was naturally unaware of the fornication ways of life. Yet, with what he has been learning since he entered the team, and from the girls. Together with what he knew of his Sister, Ciemnosc was accumulating experience in being a lover as fast and efficiently as cultivating!

… Only a couple of hours later did the pair of horny dogs of cultivators, with such damn stamina, did they stop using their bodies to please each other intimately yet innocently at the same time.

. . .

The next day, when the formation of ships around the medium ship returned, they used one ship with only the captain and those in charge of the control panels board it, while the rest were all corpses.

Accompanying the corpses and that small ship in the middle, a couple of small ships shared sailors, captains, and all together. Even the cannons on the small ship acting as a hearse were disassembled and kept in another small ship’s storage. While the medium ship retreated to the back and accompanied others to form part of the rear.

Small ships surrounded the entirety of the hearse small ship. Together and in still, calm waters, the scene of the return was… a glorious yet peaceful scene. From any point of view, even from that of the sailors and troops already waiting for them to fully get back at the 1st and 2nd port, the scene was utterly calming, relaxing even.

It was early in the morning. So a lot of hazy lights fell down from the sky due to the shy sun getting on top. When they entered one’s eyes, be it from afar or close by, one couldn’t help but feel at ease; comfortable. As if they had found a moment to breathe in turn, and as if they were just ordinary people and not cultivators who were always improving and going against all natural law.

After those from the 2nd port anchored their small ships and began repairing, they boarded a small ship from the 1st port which was waiting for them to finish and went to the west. For the repairmen and repairwomen who were left at the 2nd port, which they built over the eastern shore, they could just take a boat made out of metal or concrete and travel back and forth. Though the little camp to guard around the 2nd port was being constantly changed every 3 days with other troops and their armored cars, brought by small ships of the 1st port as well, there was soon to be a change about it.

The ports of the base couldn’t be left without any protection. Especially since it is situated in the east, where any enemy could just come walking to.

On the other hand, the small ships of the 1st port were quick and calm to get their small ships repaired. But, mostly, it was to help bring the piles of corpses that belonged to their academy and more importantly… to the base.

It was a quick overall action and, seeing almost half the number of small ships return, the troops and sailors back at the 1st port were completely understanding. Showing solidarity, of course they helped. But other than that, they did their best to bring their armored cars and use them as hearses as well while bringing materials to build another round of rafts for their fallen, honorable comrades. Especially those items belonging to the ones who completely disappeared, the memories of them wouldn’t fade away along with their bodies at the very least.

Rafts were never built beforehand. They weren’t like the small boats of concrete or metal which were made for the sake of just traveling between ports without needing to create an extremely long port or a bridge in between. Besides, those small boats were enough for some tens of people to board all at once, and they could reach the other shore in just half an hour or so.

Rafts weren’t like that, nor for that purpose, they were for the dead and it was in their honor. To never forget their names, even if they are, the world wouldn’t forget them. For they were burned into the world and into the air of the same thanks to the rafts and the methods their Chief in Command taught upon them and their small, ignorant, and naive heads.

Every time they were needed, they would be built. Every time the dead came back from a battle, they would be given that special treatment, with the small ships already having more than enough resources and ways to keep their bodies until the time for their farewell ritual came to be.

When the people from the Rocaloi Academy came to evaluate the base and its students, they made sure even the grains of dirt and sand were looked after and understood, lest they somehow missed something that would’ve been of great help to the academy and was to personally ask Ciemnosc for help or advice in the matter.

In any case, and other words, the ‘envoys’ from the academy were asking tons of questions, even going as far as to push some students - be it those new into the base or old, with some guilt trip attempts and reminders of where they belonged. Of course, they were all brainwashed to not be brainwashed anymore by ‘someone’. And all they felt they had to do for the base in return was to dedicate their lives to it. At least until the base required them to.

Hence, the people of the academy didn’t receive anything from the ones they tried to push for answers and truths. While there was nothing to hide in reality. Still, that did not make the base’s troops feel any goodwill towards them, so some of the ‘envoys’ got beaten up. Not too badly, except for the ones that were really pushy. The others were mostly dealt with by some sort of sparring… with blood and teeth landing on the ground across the base. But no deaths occurred, only almost occurred when it came to those who were pushy.

It was to the point that the ‘envoys’ were running right back towards the academy just 10 days after they arrived, which was basically 1 day after Ciemnosc left it. And Ciemnosc, of course, knew nothing about it. Especially since the academy didn’t want to create some sort of rigid taint in their already good but slightly wavering relationship.

On the other hand, the academy also didn’t seem to mind the way it all happened and looked at the base as if looking at their child. Of course, that was bound to become even more dramatic, and turn drastic, when the report of the next battle reached them.

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