Arhghh, this is way worse than what I thought it would be. Why is nearly everything they do here so boring! I have been trying to be nice, but a whole ass week without a single incident of any kind?! Where is the teenage drama!? Why hasn't some wannabe-bastard tried to do anything yet? Is it because I am too handsome and badass, causing everyone to run in fear?
Well, I did use a random kid as an experiment to see how effective some of my poison combos were. But there is no way for anyone to trace that back to me, right? Nah, they wouldn't know a single thing about what happened to that poor kid.
Hey, I'm not evil for doing this. The poison wasn't meant to kill, only to hurt. And he didn't need those bones anyway. He got new ones too, so he should be thanking me.
Vita focused back to the outside world to see how Diana was doing with her new 'training'. It would seem that the feeling of being useless has been pestering her to the point that she started training in her free time with her friends. However, living the life of a noble who never had to lift stuff doesn't help her much. But she is giving it her best, which is nice to see. And she is getting better quicker than expected. Doesn't mean she is any good, tho.
Diana stumbled after managing to block a strike from Earl, who hasn't even started to sweat. Diana raised her hand to catch her breath before going back at it... And she is down.
"Why *wheeze* didn't you *wheeze* do this in the tournament?" She, well, wheezed out and letting go of the wooden spear she had been using. Earl swung the wooden sword a couple of times in the air before answering.
"You are aware how frightening it is to fight a wendigo, right? I am honestly surprised that people didn't just give up the moment people realized what Vita is. Besides, entering melee with a beast or monster is never a good idea unless you know what it can do." He gave a hand to help Diana up with and walked over to a nearby bench to rest.
They were in a large gym-like area, filled with different weapons made of wood and weights. Speaking of weights, Heracles is bench pressing a literal ton without too much trouble, with Vita functioning as a spotter. But to Vita, this place was horrible with all the stuff that fills the air in this gym-like area. There is old sweat and new sweat, with all kinds of other icky stuff moving through the air. And the thought of a bunch of kids training with improper form is absolutely mind-numbing.
Oh, god, the broken spines! The building damage the stupid kids put on themselves just to impress someone else! The moment they hit 30 they will feel every single painful moment they spent doing this.
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A frightened groan came from Heracles, who looked a bit red in the face.
"Vita!" Heracles pushed out from his clenched teeth, turning redder with every second that passed. With a single arm, Vita put away the weight and continued crying about how boring it was. On the inside of course, on the outside Vita looked like a statue without any signs of emotion.
Heracles sat up quickly to check on the weight that he had been using. 12 tons, six on each side. Impressive for someone his age, yet so far from the champions of the kingdom. And then a thought struck him.
He had been trading punches with Vita during their fight, and he had to use a lot of power just to keep his avatar of earth stable. With the avatar of earth, the ground beneath him would become his strength, making a mere 12 tons feel like nothing. But here Vita had lifted the 12 tons with a single arm without showing any signs of strain.
Fear came to him, but it was quickly washed away with pride. To be able to fight such a being and live was respectable, and it made the actual champions of the kingdom even more amazing in his eyes. Except for Odin.
"Heracles is staring at Vita, again." Beatrice noted before sitting down. Unlike these fighting freaks and muscle heads, she preferred just running a few laps. Instead of drinking her water from a bottle, she simply created a small gourd looking fruit and ate it.
"You sure know a lot about wendigos, Earl. Could you tell us some more?" Beatrice asked after finishing the strange fruit. He nodded and began talking.
Dragons are treated as the apex of all monsters, with no other challengers other than the wendigo. While the wendigo is treated with as much respect as the dragon, being the unrivaled king of beasts. While the dragon are more famous due to their contribution during the war against demon king, wendigos sought out to do not only fight the intruding demons but also the growing human kingdom. After all, they were both unnatural and highly adept at using mana.
The problem was, however, that it was only a single wendigo! It had managed to slaughter massive amounts of dragons, demons and humans alike as if they were all nothing but paper. It took the combined effort of an ancient dragon and a human army of magicians to bring it down.
This is where most of the knowledge of wendigos act in battle comes from.
There was also a wendigo that attacked the Kingdom in more recent times, but it was taken down with the combined strength of multiple high-class warriors. Yet even this was a hard fought battle.
"Whoa, wait a second," Beatrice interrupted, "are you saying that Diana made friends with something that could kill dragons? How hasn't there been a massive war against them?"
Earl simply shrugged.
"There aren't any strong arguments to hunt down wendigos. In myth, it's believed that the number of wendigos are limited and that they can't reproduce because of a curse, so they tend to stay away from anything that even have a slight chance of harming them. But in reality they might just be solitary creatures." He finished talking.