Overall Training
'Hmm, it's wow, yep.' Ciemnosc's eyesight caught the images of the training grounds, which spanned over almost 3 km, falling short by a few hundred meters for the 4th kilometer milestone. He jumped his eyebrows as he noticed the lots and lots of people moving around. Some shirtless, some in tight clothing, and some sparring with one another.
Hell, there were even some small chested females without a shirt on. Ciemnosc wondered why he didn't come here sooner! Holy. Shit! However, each of these femmes was fatale. They were very agile and very heavy whenever they landed on the floor, raising dust that was even below the ground underneath their feet. And each of their attacks was able to make the dummies, trunks of broken trees, and boulders installed around…to completely crumble after every few tens of attacks without the use of any Power Energy.
Then, whenever they used Power Energy, they didn’t even hit their targets, their sweaty tight pants giving a rise in heartbeats to anyone watching, while their whole sexy, fit, and nice bare torsos were the piece of art of all pieces of art; anyway, their targets would get a small piece of their bodies cut off from the topmost part of their bodies - be it rock or wood.
After watching some big sisters who were even stopping momentarily and giving the little brother that is Ciemnosc a smile, either charming or cute and playful, Ciemnosc got the rush blood of the day. He finally moved towards an empty spot that took him a few minutes to find, even with the 80 meters range of his awareness.
Once he did, a few core disciples who happened to be nearby looked at Ciemnosc, mostly male, with derisive faces as they saw the little kid bring a case with him. Why would anyone bring a case with them?
Clank clank clank clank claaannnnnnn~kkk!
However, soon enough, they found out what that case had. Ciemnosc paid no heed to them though, except for the few beauties around, who raised one of their eyebrows seeing him carry such weight and so easily. In the end, Ciemnosc brought about 30 ordinary top notch blades with him, mostly being swords and a Mortal grade blade, they all fell on the floor but still on the case, just that it opened in midair by Ciemnosc’s fast fingers.
Reducing his flow of Power Energy in his body and thinning it down several dozens of times, Ciemnosc became a cultivator capable of only using his ‘strength’ at the 10th stage of the Spiritual Ligament Realm…while truthfully being at the 1st stage of the Phrenic Realm.
“Huuu.” Ciemnosc breathed out while holding his right handed ordinary sword, his fingers relaxingly holding the handle. He lowered his body a bit. Then a lot, slowly, as he wanted to find a pose that he liked. It wasn’t until he was about 125 degrees with his head on that angle that he stopped bending lower and lower.
His right handed sword was then moved as his forearm was placed against his right hip and down to his upper thigh, the sword’s blade aiming at his 140 degree angle overall. Meanwhile, his left arm was folded between his legs and his stomach, his right hand holding the handle with most of its thumb and connected to the wrist - exposed.
Swish! Cuuh~!
“!” Ciemnosc suddenly moved his right hand at the top speed in his limited cultivation, his sword suddenly appearing in front of his face before he was standing back up with his back straight, attacking with precision where his head was aiming with his face up, and body lowered; simple.
As he looked at where the sharp sound of the wind was cut through, Ciemnosc raised his right hand to examine his wrist, fingers holding the handle and the rhythm of his hand rotating, experimenting with every single little thing he could feel.
On the other hand, the core disciples around saw him all calm and collected despite having made such a swift and fast upper diagonal attack, believing it to be the first step of a grand technique!
Did this kid somehow gain such a technique? Or was it the sword? How much Power Energy did he use to let such an ordinary movement become so potent, such that even the wind, on the spot, was cut through without making any extra disturbance? Ah, there was so much they didn’t know…
‘Hmm, it feels so…weird.’ Ciemnosc’s weird sensation when using the sword didn’t allow him to use enough of his strength. Even though he planned to use just 800 kg, 10% of his physical strength, he ended up using only 500 kg, leading to him sluggishly looking at his wrist a bit more than he even planned to as a strange feeling got to his body.
Looking around for a bit, cautiously, Ciemnosc then lowered his head and grabbed his sword with his left hand to look at his tiny ‘claws’ of the black Power Energy on his right hand.
“Aah~…” Immediately, as those tiny ‘claws’ came out, still not fully formed and barely looking like nails above his real nails. Ciemnosc felt like a large amount of stress, knots, and frustration was lifted. His back relaxed, almost making him look like he was taking a piss, but he was just feeling so great he barely even felt his body anymore.
‘Restraining one’s burgers are bad…mmm-hmmmm…’ Ciemnosc thought. But after a few seconds, he quickly hid his tiny ‘claws’, picked up his sword with his right hand once more, and went back to lower his body, letting his body get used to such a weird stance, that seemed so unhelpful it could mean death in a real battle.
Swish, swish! Cuuh cuuh, cuh!
Swish swish swish swish~! Cuh cuh cuh cuh!
Time passed by, and Ciemnosc swiftly got the hang of his own ‘grand technique’ as he kept on hacking upper-diagonally, laterally, and sometimes even vertically; though the last one he managed to reach a power of 700 kg at last - with ease.
From sluggishly moving on and on, hacking into the air, and creating small cuts through the air that were thanks mostly due to the top notch quality of the ordinary sword, Ciemnosc became proficient in the smoothness of his wrists as he tried with both arms. Both arms, shoulders, hands, fingers, and even nails became used to the power and the push back force from the handle and the blade moving through the air, becoming sore despite their utterly disbelieving full strength. This was the difference between just raw power and ‘just’ knowledgeable power.
And if it wasn’t amazing enough the disparity of both, the advantage of having both allowed Ciemnosc to slowly adjust his strength to his moves and his wrists to the desired end result. Meaning, he could use 600 kg of strength in his arms by the time he spent the 2nd hour doing the same thing with both arms and 750 kg of strength when hacking vertically.
“Huff, huff.” Ciemnosc took a bit of a break, the harsh sun was no longer so high up, and the darkness of the sunset on his back was making his face look a bit dirty, as it was indeed like so since he’s been lowering his head quite a lot these last 2 hours. When he was breathing in and out, evening his heaving chest, a female core disciple came to him with a water bottle.
“Nicely done, Little Junior Brother.” Throwing the water bottle to him with a distance of 7 meters, Ciemnosc caught it nicely by adjusting his fingers and hands in time, lest that thing flattens out and the water is wasted…
“Gulp, gulp gulp!” Downing that water, Ciemnosc then looked at his Senior Sister in embarrassment, his face making her chuckle a bit. She looked at the worn down sword in his left hand, some cracks already appearing up to the middle of its blade, and commented, “I don’t know much about swordplay, but I know that training one’s body for its use takes a long time.”
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Ciemnosc looked at her, his slightly pale lips pouty which occasioned her to chuckle once more for a bit, she then said while opening her own water bottle. “But you took not even a quarter of a day. The Arielende Sect is lucky, but you are not. This place is way too shabby. You deserve somewhere better. Well, good luck. Nobody’s around here in the nights unless some talentless fellow is coming near to their last opportunity to remain in the sect, so the nights are yours. Have fun!”
Leaving the baby boy-faced Ciemnosc on his own, he looked around himself only to find out even the most extreme harshly training bare with their nice tits out getting ready to head back home and putting on their shirts, giving him a glance before retiring from the training grounds.
‘Aww, where will my cheerleaders go now?’ Ciemnosc innocently thought, without those brave beauties, how would he keep his energy at full when being near such inspiring sights? The pain…
As the obscene, lewd boy decided to take a rest from that lower stance, he got into formation again, solidly on the spot as he stood very firmly with the whole soles of his feet on the ground. They were not only with his shoes on. He even placed rough, weirdly large shaped and very spiky stones under his soles, heels and below his toes under the ball of each of his feet.
They weren’t that large, only enough for them to have a much fatter part and a smaller one to really discomfort the shit out of Ciemnosc’s skin on his soles. As he stood on the ground as if he was on flat ground made of metal, Ciemnosc gripped his right handed sword and another sword in his left hand.
His back straightened the most that he could do, his right hand had its the fatty above his wrist against his right hip bone, and his left hand was with its knuckles holding the handle against his left side, the handle’s end against his ribs and aiming at his front with the tip of its blade. With this brand new technique-like pose of his, Ciemnosc felt that it was fun enough to do, and chose it as his second and last stance to use.
Having decided, he then randomly made a wheelie without using his hands, merely by rotating his body as his abdomen somehow made all the work, his full physical strength at work, and his feet being thrown backwards. While his hands went ‘out’ and made lateral thrusts with his swords.
Swish swish! Swish swish, swish swish, swish swish! Swish swish, swish swish!
Ciemnosc first made a quick move with both his arms just like that and reacted just as fast as he could by not retracting them back onto his body but by making an upper-diagonal cut to his right with his right sword and a lower-diagonal cut to his left with his left sword. Followed by an asymmetrical hack down and then a hack upwards with both swords, Ciemnosc landed on the ground with his feet letting most of his upper body lean forwards.
Standing in his same new ‘straight stance’ but with his head 60 degrees lowered. Immediately after, Ciemnosc made a diagonal dual-hack with his swords again, ending his moves with a thrust from both tips of his swords forwards. But also moving a bit upwards.
‘Hmm…’ Ciemnosc liked the idea, but he employed it rather dully, his body ended up with his shoulders over his ears, which was fatally stupid and an ever so easy to exploit the opening. As such, while examining his hands, wrists, nails, fingers, and bones once more, also remembering the flow of his blood and each subtle movement from his muscles and tendons; Ciemnosc even went as far as to extend his whole arms, shoulders, and neck.
Once he was done examining his neck, he realized that doing it so accurately at those certain parts of his body was…lame; in a sense. He directly sat down and closed his eyes, cross legged, he then held his swords and rested the back of his hands above his knees. In his mind, the way his whole body worked made more and more sense, and he even ‘replayed’ it live thanks to his All-Devouring Forces Chronicles.
“Ugh, aww… Ouchie! Ah…” It was only after the second of such ‘replay’ from all his body breathing and moving as he made those movements that Ciemnosc realized of soooo many mistakes and dumb shit he had done, oh boy…
Shortly after, about half an hour later, Ciemnosc stood back up again and stood in his straight stance, but he didn’t go all crazy, showy, and flashy mode anymore. Though it felt kinda nice to be ‘creative’, when Ciemnosc realized of many more possibilities and ideas after examining his body in full detail, he immediately wanted to slap his 20 second old self to death and then to hell just in case.
Now, Ciemnosc began thrusting, hacking, cutting, swiping, slashing, and even reverse-stabbing and stabbing with his swords in that straight stance, not leaving the stance where his feet would be fully pressed against the stones in his shoes, which were bound to be broken soon. But it was the poor stones that were constantly being broken.
After every few minutes, despite Ciemnosc doing his best, he would instinctively send an ever so mild bout of his strength towards his feet, making not even a millimeter of a movement and occasioning his strength to be effectuated. Naturally, no material in the world that can afford to be used for Ciemnosc’s experiments has been found or invented.
As for his Mortal grade blades, though he could use at least some of his strength for sure, he wasn’t sure about testing it for now, but even then, half his strength should be able of… destroy a Mortal grade weapon easily. For that matter, he was also in need to see if Mortal grade weapons could even damage him, and swords were one of the sharpest weapons as well…
Yet, the most recurring matter inside his head right now was that of his body, even as he worked better and better, as night had fallen since some time ago, but the stones under his feet were now able to last a few more minutes without him breaking them right away; the each movement and ‘breathing’ of his body, inside and out, were being insanely supervised by himself.
‘Cannot do…though it will do for now, I have to study other bodies, too. Just examining my body won’t be enough for me to discover more, more…and more!’ Such were Ciemnosc’s thoughts, he impulsed his forearms down. And both his swords came to a stop at his shoulders’ level, becoming dust along with the small, strong gust of wind created by his sudden strong tug with his arms by forcing those swords.
“Haaiii…” Noticing the lack of stars in the deep blue sky, Ciemnosc looked at them for a moment, his mouth opening up slightly from time to time, only to be closed once he realized of it, yet repeating such natural and instinctive reactions over and over again over the course of just 3 minutes.
…Step, step step…
Ciemnosc picked up the ashes his swords left on the ground, picked his case, and walked out of the training grounds, a shooting star, or one that at least appeared to be so; shot through the sky and moved northward but disappeared farther into space.
Slide.
…When Ciemnosc got to his little cave’s door, he used his ‘awareness’ and looked to his left, looking at Cristan’s little cave where the cute girl was all spent on top of his body, both naked and with his thin thing inside of her butthole, which was oozing with a man’s most natural excretion. On the other hand, Cristan’s little hand was stuck in her maidenhood, but at these moments, he was for some reason…releasing a bit more of that natural process…
…slide- click.
“...” Ciemnosc shook his head after his awareness caught that sight, it had done so since early on, but it had just now been witness to such a scene. At once, he thought that it may be better to not let it fly out, just in case he finds an even lewder scene out of nowhere… But after thinking for just a moment, he gave up on that silly thought.
. . .
Over the next few days, Ciemnosc came to wake up very early and go around the sect’s territory. The large tents held a ton of things over a few days but would be immediately bought by the core disciples - mostly, and by inner disciples. While outer disciples seemed to be forced to do training every day with the few Acting Elders of the sect, which were either ‘failed’ Elders, Elders-to-be in training, or simply guests that look to help and get help with the sect.
Meanwhile, the inner sect disciples don’t get forced training regimens, and the servants had to do most of the dirty work; ‘most’ as in because inner disciples take care of inner disciples’ stuff and so on and henceforth. They at least had a lot of free time to grow themselves, and they could do it without wasting any coins and even less so - Powerful Stones.
However, to make money, they had to be the ‘teacher’ of their courses, as learning was also free. And as for the Core disciples, they were trained directly, but not personally, by Elders, though some could even be picked up by Grand Elders or even the Sect Master himself.
It was told to the new inner disciples, outer disciples and servants of how the Sect Master and Grand Elders were so close to reaching the Link Consolidation Realm! That was magnificent! It had to be known that Warmlord City had not more than a dozen cultivators at the Link Consolidation Realm, and all of them were at their death’s doors with only the president being the only one at the Spirit Gathering Realm.
But in any way, while cities are even funded by powerful organizations, those which are even capable of giving birth to a Conflagrate Realm cultivator every ten or tens of years, or even by one of the 4 most powerful organizations!
But, right now. Ciemnosc was too busy with other things to worry about other organizations as he instead met his passion for overall knowledge growth the moment he stepped into the ‘plants and herbs study’ section.
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