It had been a long and tiring four years yet... it had been fun.
William strolled down the twisted lanes of the Duece Dukedom with his thoughts.
He was about to say goodbye to the Old Lady for the last time.
Over the span of four years, William had been going around the continent doing quests,deeds and gaining power.
He hoped to live well and save those who could not.
They had traveled huge distances whether it be by carriage, barrows or foot.
They had seen marvelous sights as they strode down the lands.
But it had come to an end around half a year ago.
They had made relationships in all kinds of places with all kinds of people.
William felt a fluffy feeling in his chest thinking about all the people they had formed alliances and trust with.
William was the kind of person to immediately try to patch up a relationship if it went sour or downhill.
After garnering enough money, William bought the Old Lady a nice little house in the Duece Dukedom.
It was homely and in a nice area.
Its grey stone bricks assured the security of itself.
William now found himself in front of this house.
He knocked lightly but recieved no answer.
William sighed to himself.
"I guess people move on."
He began to turn away and leave whilst tousling his hair.
"Oh my. You get more handsome every time I see you."
William looked to his right.
The Old Lady had just returned from a stroll.
A gracious smile worked its way up Williams face.
"I was waiting."
"Ho? Is this Old Lady really that important?"
The two engaged in light chatter before William broke the news.
"Yeah... but the truth is that I'm actually. I'm actually going to compete in the Duke's Bodyguard tournament."
The Old Lady raised her fading eyebrows.
A row of wrinkles deepened.
"But you must be exponentially strong to win that?"
William kept his smile glued to his face.
"Don't worry, I can assure you. I've gotten much stronger."
"I hope so."
The two merely thought to themselves in the brief period of silence before they hugged.
"I'll miss you boy."
"I know. And I'll miss you too."
She was almost like his grandmother in this world.
William slowly left the hug and cleared his throat. His emotions were running wild and he was unsure of what to do.
"Well. I'll see you later." He blasted his most confident smile.
"Have fun."
And William ambled off to the tournament grounds as the Old Lady watched his fleeting figure with a nostalgic smile.
He had gained confidence from his new strength and new-found looks.
He assured himself one more time that this tournament was in the bag.
{System.}
{Yes, Savior.}
{Stats.}
William had gotten used to the Systems instantaneous answers.
The usual ethereal-blue screen and dazzling white characters appeared before him.
When he put his hand through, the visuals swirled and became misty.
He watched with a satisfied smile at his 4 years of hard work.
Name: William Yellow
Status: Son of Weinsdor and Duun of the Cagler and Livent Clans// Experienced traveller.
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Stats:
Strength {-I-} 15 Points to Upgrade
Agility {-I-} 15 Points to Upgrade
Durability {-A-} 18 Points to Upgrade
Intelligence {-A-} 25 Points to Upgrade
Stamina {-A-} 20 Points to Upgrade
Charisma {-L-} 15 Points to Upgrade
Magic {-I-} 25 Points to Upgrade
Points to spend {-6-}
Level {-34-}
Exp till next level {-9500-}
Next Level Reward: 2 Stat Points// Access to Class Evolution
Class: Torrent Abbot
Rarity: Epic (Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary, Unknown.)
Skills: Righteous Stand (1) Poison Resistance (1) Steel Stomach (1)
C: Torrent Crash (2)
C: Gut-Blast (3)
C: Refined Body (4)
C; Unstoppable Flow of Time (5)
C: River steps (5)
C: Shock Burst (5.5)
C: Piercing Caliginious Fists (5.75)
CF: Water-Demon Blitz (6)
William admired his new stats for a short while.
The only thing he had regretted was upgrading his Charisma so much however it was probably the biggest help for doing quests. He recieved a huge increase in quest appointments and got along with new people way better.
It was probably even more useful than the physical stats since he soon discovered his body was at the strength of an adult-man from the second he entered the world.
He had found his class near a waterfall on a quest to find a glowing-blue shroom.
It was a mix of martial arts and body refining and had never failed him so far.
It made up for his intermediate level strength too.
He had managed to get his magic up however he was in a conundrum.
Magic was merely mana.
The techniques themselves took a straining effort to learn and find.
So far William had only found one beginner-level light technique despite all his travels.
This was partially why he decided to work for the Duke.
{Magic.}
{Magic}
Light Magic:
Instantaneous Gleam
{Fire a thin severing light beam forward that can not turn.}
Rank: Beginner
William sighed. He truly was just a physical overload.
He had gotten many levels from innumerous quests and his confidence had increased several folds. He was completely convinced that he was the strongest within his age group due to his system, class, and rank.
He learned that the average person would reach the Intermediate rank in something at the age of 16-20 if they worked hard.
And he had gone past that at the age of 10.
Although his kit was pretty plain and simple, it was decisive and all he needed in a fight.
In fact, he'd probably shit himself if someone managed to beat him in a fight at his age range.
His confidence was only boosted when his system told him that he had never received a {Warning} Alert in all his 4 years.
Tousling his fluffy air he laughed lightly.
He felt an overwhelming power of euphoria fly past him as he looked at the stats of those around him.
Well. It didn't really matter.
Just more people to save since really. He was just a savior at heart.
"Name?"
A droopy man wearing leather clothes asked William whilst slouched.
"William Yellow."
William kept his modesty high.
He got passed a small badge with the number 230.
William tucked it into his pocket and found himself casually sitting on a bench by the tournament grounds.
This could be counted as the preliminaries.
William tiptoed over the crowd of young men and experienced warriors so he could hear a man speak.
A man with a groomed and shaven beard, long brown hair, and black eyes spoke as his tenacious muscles bulged.
"And that's why if you can impress me here, you can get straight to the round of 8. But if you fail, and believe me I see a lot of them fail. Then you're out. Forever."
William checked his stats to see his chances of atleast impressing this distinguished warrior who seemed to be overtaking the admission process.
Name: Fenn Crane
Status: One of the 9 High-Swordsmen of the Deuce Family
Stats:
Strength {-A-}
Agility {-L-}
Durability {-L-}
Intelligence {-A-}
Stamina {-A-}
Charisma {-A-}
Magic {-B-}
Class: Dusk Blade
Rank: Epic
{System Note: His weakness is drawn-out battles and he lacks overwhelming strength so he avoids blade clashes.}
The crowd parted as a man came forward.
He had no hair on his head and dark-brown skin.
His muscles were bulkier than Fenn's yet they lacked the quality and refining his had.
The man brought out a hammer before yelling with a puffed-out chest.
"I'll take your offer. I'm Drew of the Dungle Days Party."
The two men shook hands. A short contest which ended in Drews simple-minded brutish surprise.
His smile widened. This was the real deal.
Fenn's eyes observed the man before him coldly before they stood by either end of the white-tiled platform.
A whistle blew from within the crowd and they began.
Drew charged forward with spirit and power.
He roared as he rose his hammer and smashed it downwards.
Everything that happened next was in the span of around a second and a half.
Like a blur, Fenn appeared in front of Drew.
He blocked his hammer with a one-handed blade.
A tiny set of sparks fell down and Fenn drew his right leg out.
Boom.
Hoops widened in the air before disappearing as Drew's body crashed backward.
One could visibly recognize the shock on Drews's face as the air was blasted out of his lungs and his body bent at an awkward angle.
He landed outside of the ring as the crowd gathered around him.
Fenn looked at him with annoyance.
"You're out."
"Eh?"
Drew was still in a state of a daze.
Fenn pointed to the exit.
Drew stood up.
"Hold on. That wasn't fair. I wasn't read-."
Two bulky men with bulging muscles appeared behind him.
Fenn gestured him to leave kindly.
Drew meekly kept his head down as he was escorted out.
Sighs and boos rang out from the thinning crowd.
Most of the crowd left after seeing what had just gone down.
They had heard of Drews's achievements and knew he was no fool.
Although he was a meat-head whose only achievement was his great strength he had done far more than they could've done.
As the crowd began to turn their backs and leave with sunken eyes and downtilt heads an angelic voice rang through the ears of all.
"So that means I'm next right?"
A boy with fluffy blond hair did some light stretches.
He had signs of muscles but no veins.
He possessed no weapon but his face had a confident smile flashing.
Fenn looked at him with more interest than Drew.
"Hoh?"
'He practices a martial art.' Fenn took some curiosity in the new opponent.
William now knew what to do.
'If I constantly use my river steps, I should be able to dodge the kick.'
'If I use my final attack I should be able to clash for a short period of time.
'As long as I play my cards right I can impress him.'
William had already planned out the entire battle.
He was confident in lasting longer than Drew.
The crowd slowly thickened.
They didn't expect a victory but were quite amused and perplexed by a child challenging a high-swordsman.
"You got this angel-boy."
"Show them those pubescent powers."
"Isn't school on today?"
William felt the jeers and yabbers become muffled as he kept his focus squarely on the man before him.
He saw a whistle seconds from being blown.
Men laughing in slow motion.
He prepared a stance instantly.
His entire atmosphere changed.
His eyes were concentrated and there was no flaw in his movements.
The angelic boy from before had become a fighter.
"Wiuu."
A hoarse whistle broke out.
And a duel that would decide William's journey ensued.