On The Way To The Little Lake

"Okay, so..." Ciemnosc looked down at the letter in his left hand, then at the robust young man, barely 18, in front of him. "You're Mosto... The Sect Master's little group sent you... You are my body… guard, huh? And...you are here due to the obvious infighting that will occur sooner or later within our sect while I establish myself in the port mission? … So they value my...'value'... And they hope I can do my best, huh."

"... ... ... ... ... ..." Mosto nodded to each of Ciemnosc's questions, he looked at Ciemnosc with clear intentions in his eyes, and he acted quite sincerely. Ciemnosc couldn't have any more doubts appear out of nowhere in his head anymore, so he bluntly asked. "You mute?"

"..." Mosto shook his head, kinda slowly, he looked at his own body and then at Ciemnosc's, made a little gesture of 'I'm just dressed to sleep', as he only had shorts and boxers on, then went back to his larger bed and ignored Ciemnosc since there were still many days until they were to even part from the sect to their mission. Ciemnosc's mission is the port mission to build and repel, and Mosto's mission is Ciemnosc.

Rustle, crank~.

The larger bed screeched a bit. Ciemnosc looked on at the poor bed and thought about tweaking it so that it wouldn’t break in the middle of the night, it would be awkward if it did…

Ciemnosc shrugged his shoulders and moved to his bed, he kept his clothes on for as he was a woman lover only, and he then closed his eyes while looking at the ceiling, his lips lapping his tongue many times every now and then, eye flashing dangerously as they seemed conflicted to whether being ruthless or let her be as she wishes… New days were coming.

. . .

Within the Missions Hall, days later.

It had been a few days since the ‘meeting’ took place. 23 days passed by fast, and Ciemnosc never did he once stopped learning like the knowledge monster that he is. Even yet, Enaro managed to almost build his first Synergized Equatrend Mobilizer, but he ended fucking it up the last time when hammering it, benign too soft and wary of breaking it or something.

At that, elder Apegos could only shake his head, while Ciemnosc instead got brand new privileges for both; becoming an inner sect disciple and with Enaro emphasizing his one of a whole damn many-okay kind he could now bring his big sister Valeria down to the basement which Enaro was now aware of but couldn’t even speak about, barely daring to think about it.

From time to time, thereon… Ciemnosc played with Valeria in the basement, which elder Apegos knowingly kept himself away from but would occasionally come down to evaluate Ciemnosc’s progress. Which had changed after the first 2 weeks, Ciemnosc’s acting and behavior went from that of still a kid to him trying to calm himself down.

It was not only him no longer faking his behavior, but it was also him doing his best to no longer behave like that, even if that was quickly maturing and ‘rushing’ his instincts, in a way. With Valeria, and after their sensual, long kissing night, Ciemnosc began to show himself before her for the first time. Though he was this young and had not even spent 10 months in the world of cultivation, he was…so much different from even other races out there.

But other than that, Ciemnosc was taking pills a little step higher than the last every day. Only managing to do so for another 7 days which meant that he had become…a greatly knowledgeable person in the concocting of these pills.

For any person learning and already knowledgeable of how to concoct pills, apprentices began their journey; they would take a long time to study pill recipes for even months long. After all, if one lacked in their cultivation, they would be useless for the sect, and they might even be exiled or even killed if they are really unhelpful in their missions or killed in between them.

After learning them, they would spend weeks concocting them, wasting so many resources as they failed one after the other. Their reasoning behind their failures was inexperience and lack of cultivation and Spirit Sense awareness. Hence, they willingly wasted their entire ‘treasury’ for the sake of learning just one of these most, basic pill recipes.

By the end they’ve spent tens of years; decades. They are finally capable of becoming true alchemists, alchemists who can be regarded at last by the sect. Such a path was for most alchemists, while there were those who seemed to be talented and took less time learning, fewer resources being wasted overall, and less time becoming a true alchemist. It was still many years it took for one to become an alchemist.

But, to Ciemnosc, it was a matter of ‘conversing’ and dealing with the plants and herbs in question, then passing over the recipe in many ways in his mind before elaborating it… Once he was successful without a tiny bit of error happening, which for others it was even smaller. But for Ciemnosc it was a completely pardoned failure thanks to the plants and herbs being willing to be handled and turned into these medicine pills without a single objection…

The vocation of smithing and forging; was a much more reliable one where anyone could learn them and rather quickly, taking a few months at most with their cultivation base increasing of course. It was only a tough step to go from creating inferior products to mediocre ones, and it only got harder to create from good products to top-notch ones.

Even then, though being a Craftsperson from this vocation was just another way of cultivation in Ciemnosc’s eyes and whole being, for others it was a way of getting some extra money, half the money they needed to expend or literally their only source of income due to the failure of missions and of delaying them.

In the end, many young Craftspeople smithers would have become able to forge 1 or 2 top notch weapons every month with the large but not counterproductive expenditure of resources, which they would all be given to the sect according to the sect’s rules… in exchange for merit, at least.

For these, there were at least a couple tens of thousands of people who could create so little top-notch weapons in a month, but many more who could create top-notch equipment. In the end, what mattered in a battle was the cultivator. One’s weapon or armor is one’s strength, but not one’s deciding factor. Only an idiot would simply slash at their enemy while the enemy in question dodges and strike from different angles, killing the other party.

Even then, weapons and armor would always be a priority for any organization, especially one that has such a ‘rich’ history of warring against the same enemies and a few new or old ones from time to time. Though these times were rather peaceful for the last few hundred years, that was also bound to be a target for change.

Tools-making was the easiest to make when it came to the basic ones. But when it came to those that were useful for daily life and facilitating the hardest of troubles to maintain the sect afloat, it was the experts on the subject who protected the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect for that matter. It was the same for innovative and specifically needed tools every few decades or centuries, depending on their need and for which reason they came to be needed and created.

As for Ciemnosc, well… he could already create thousands of top-notch equipment of any kind that he wanted to, which he became addicted to - as long as he committed to it in a single day. Of course, for that matter he would have to spend a little more time in such, wasting time for other vocations.

On the other hand, he could now create top-notch weapons. But dozens of them at most, and that was with also himself becoming focused and centered on such activity, wasting another vocation’s time for the day. Thus, Ciemnosc only did such acts for a few days in total.

He couldn’t try making Mortal grade weapons. The reason was once more the resources, as the ones required for the creation of Mortal grade weapons were vastly difficult to even spot, let alone for anyone to afford to use them as practice. Elder Apegos, for as much as he indeed had quite some batches of such and some more in case of dire need or emergency - as petitions - from the sect, he also didn’t dare put his only to-make-Mortal grade weapons with resources in his hands. Let alone a person without his monstrosity of an existence.

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Arrays were still a magical thing, so to speak, in Ciemnosc’s heart even though he didn’t show it. His training became even harder and more sophisticated as Valeria was allowed into the basement, which Ciemnosc could effortlessly open without anyone’s permission, the same with the mountain-rock building’s door for whenever elder Apegos was either seemingly busy or in a project that he seemed to be in more often as of lately.

In any case, not only for arrays, but it was in array formation that Valeria’s usefulness for Ciemnosc’s training became much harder. To put it into context, Ciemnosc was basically failing the first few days, things that he was even able to do without any delay or problem, capable of doing in his sleep-kind of expertise.

But after the initial harsh situation, Ciemnosc grew strong!

At first, he was no longer affected by Valeria as she sat down with her tight outfit on the floor, close to him, sleeping on his thighs or simply bending over to pick some random things that were very valuable unbeknownst to the cultivation, crazy battle lusted beauty beside him. Well, at least she didn’t stay idle all the time and had a spot for cultivating with even an array to facilitate various features of cultivation, which Ciemnosc dearly did for her.

But then, a very proud big sister, beauty, and more importantly than anything. Senior Sister. Had to step up the level and force Ciemnosc to go through things that not even he himself could comprehend… their difficulty and the hard work that he has to go through to fulfill those wishes. And so, Valeria began using other outfits, from casual ones that revealed some skin she took out of one of her 3 Covert Space bags, to other outfits like her dress from that ‘meeting’ and even skimpy clothing she…obviously recently bought; somehow, somewhere and for some reason.

But Ciemnosc passed through all the tests, from the 16th day to the 20th, he showed extraordinary genius, not even bothering about the way she placed her bum on his, such level of teasing and humiliation to a straight man’s pride!

Yet, Ciemnosc wasn’t something a little girl like Valeria could easily deal with. He was ‘no ordinary person’ INDEED.

Hence, Valeria went all out, making sure that the last 2 days of training were together. In a way, Ciemnosc locked the one and only exit and entrance of the basement and after being made felt secure about there not being any kind of vigilance unless a strong bout of an attack was effectuated to hit any part of the basement, even the air itself with the intention to strike something.

As such, becoming aware of her safety and body, she went nude. That simply, that dry; she went nude.

The worst part? She undressed Ciemnosc as well. She even went as far as to sensually do so, her hands tenderly snaking their way around his enigmatic, amazing to feel out cold, refreshing skin as he was undressed but only twice during those last 2 days. Kisses landed, with lips barely protruding out from her mouth but maintaining a long 3 seconds attached to his skin and taking their sweet, sensual time separating from it.

His hair was even sniffed. Valeria was possibly the only one in the world to ever feel so cherishing of his hair, ah. But Ciemnosc didn’t hate it and much less felt uncomfortable by it. He in fact went back to his memories of when dear Mommy snuggled him up and slept peacefully together or when he got to sleep in the embrace of his Sister - it was damn nice.

However, things didn’t end there. Valeria went as far as to sit in front of him while he had already stopped extremely training previous array formations, from the basic to most elementary ones so to speak. Just in these 2 last days before the day came, Ciemnosc began practicing for what was the most difficult of all elementary-leveled array formations.

He caressed his thighs and gave them a massage, and his feet too… she even sat on his lap many times while he was seated and practiced a much harder form of inscribing arrays - with his Spiritual Sense!

In such a case, it was even more troublesome, not only in difficulty than when using an inscription pen, when one did things just wrongly with this method, being mentally injured and having inner sequelae was the ending result for trying this one inscription method of all array formations. And Ciemnosc himself had a beauty sit naked with him while doing just that.

And once again, he wasn’t doing so with basic arrays but with the most difficult elementary ones. Valeria had already seen this type of training from her visits here. And though it wasn’t heard off…to do it daily and without preparation— training in his array formation —was something that even if her Master- no, the Sect Mas-no, even the Grand Ancestor would be awed…

Of course, if both parties didn’t want to be in such positions, it wouldn’t have occurred. And even then, one might think that getting handsy would’ve been an easy thing since she had her vulnerable lower body right against a ‘strengthened’ phallus. But even then, she only dared to trace her fingers around and on it as if she was curious, but also wanting to try squeezing it yet never daring to.

Hell, she even once brought the fingertips which she used to tap his meat and let them rest on his skin, moving it a little while the monster maintained steady and immobile, to her lips, which she began spitting out fiercely right after… despite having remained stunned for 5 seconds with her tongue instinctively embarrassing her, sigh… youth.

And so, 5 days went by really fast, Ciemnosc and Valeria having their inhibition within each other’s only eyes and embracing naturally lessening to the point that they really would let the bathroom open, yet they… oh well, weirdos for short.

Even as she felt her navel squirm at the warmth-coolness from it whenever she hugged him, it was in between their skin. Her arms or hands encompassed his neck, and she pulled herself tightly against him but was not willing to force her skin up and down against his own. A mess of teenager-like stupid love at the very least.

… Right now, as Ciemnosc was making his way outside of his ‘personal hall’, which the acting elder in charge left him so that he could take a breather… Since, after all, it just wasn’t going to be easy simply coming out of there and telling a bunch of Spirit Gathering Realm— a very few quantities of Conflagrate Realm cultivators at most —from the sect that a kid. 2 realms below theme was going to be their commander for all things.

And indeed, Ciemnosc did need a bit of a breather because the moment he came out of the private halls section and met the crowd of those right below his command and some of the disciples that will be all under his every and each beck and call from now on - would be out there waiting for him.

…Step, step, step, step.

Valeria and even his brand new and first guard in his life - Mosto, were already out there and waiting for daddy commander to show himself. The other mission group, a brigade, those from the land mission were already waiting for the port mission group to get ready. The latter was the official highest command in the chain.

“Phew…” This next step, as soon as he opened the thin doors, was going to be his new, decisive change. And Ciemnosc was more committed to making it happen, making it worthwhile, showing his worth for both his own survival and his own Mother.

‘Here I come.’ Ciemnosc took the step forward, his arms extending out and the back of his hands pushing apart both thin doors at the same time to come out from the small and thin passageway but that was at least comfortable to go through.

Step~~~!

“... … … … … … … …” The moment Ciemnosc made his step into the Missions Hall main hall, every single person in it fell silent. They twisted necks and turned heads, all to see the humbly yet mighty handsomely looking— thanks to his self-made clothes —Ciemnosc, commander of a whole corps of the sect.

“Commander, your second in command is here!!” Valeria woke up after being similarly shocked by Ciemnosc’s brand new kind of image, stern-like, looking ultimately cold with those darkest, serene eyes. Then, she yelled! To the top of her lungs! The main hall almost vibrated, and the ears of everyone within it did tremble!

“We are here!” - “Hua hua, corps leader!” - “Wooohoo~!” Not everyone, alright that was normal, but Ciemnosc still received a few congratulatory shouts here and there. Mosto was there, looking at Ciemnosc with lights in his eyes that showed… some appreciation of him.

Ciemnosc initially directly smiled when hearing Valeria yell at first, then eased his smile right after the slight pause, where a few yelled in response to her actions, as she even made a self-invented salute from somewhere: her left hand a fist onto her small left chest and her right arm bent to position her fist before her neck. Then, he looked at the rest, who shouted and nodded after passing his eyes over them all; they wouldn’t be forgotten.

“Okay, alright there.” The acting elder, who almost thrashed Ciemnosc before in his first mission made his appearance from the back of the Missions Hall, his hands behind his back as he glared at the others with a ‘tone it down’ mild tone expression before looking to the right and setting his eyes, awkwardly, on Ciemnosc and then Valerie before returning it to Ciemnosc.

“Is the commander of this great mission ready?” Letting things go through and hoping that Ciemnosc would too, the acting elder spoke loudly to Ciemnosc, giving some face at the very least. Hence, Ciemnosc responded with a nod and by walking towards the front of the acting elder, whereas the rest of the disciples, from the Core or Inner enclave - all formed up behind him in just a few dozen seconds.

“First, before you leave - and also another notice that will make you all feel excited about embarking on this mission even more…let me first explain the, ugh. Mandatory explanations by the sect’s rule….” The acting elder said, addressing the few dozens of disciples, almost a couple hundred that were all right below Ciemnosc, and under his command, with some politeness shown for Ciemnosc’s post as he acted ‘unwilling’ to bother them and Ciemnosc with such procedure.

It was okay. No harm done.

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