After an entire month of learning and improvements here and there, Isaac finally sat with his master for the last time.
Looking at each other seriously, Liam spoke up, breaking the tension between the two.
"Isaac, even though it's only been a single month, you've improved quite a bit.
As your master, I recognize that to improve even faster, as you want, you have to grow via life-threatening battles.
Nonetheless, I won't leave you with nothing."
Extending his hand in the air, three glowing items appeared in his hands via the Skyless watch.
Handing over one of the items, which was a black mask with crystalline red waves cascading downwards, as if the ocean turned red and was flipped downward.
Explaining, Liam continued, "This mask is called, [Black Angered Ocean], and when placed directly in front of the face, it'll contort to your facial features, enwrapping it completely and it will glue itself to you.
Imbuing your own mana will cause it to slip off, and unless broken entirely, it will not fall of your face."
Having fully explained the first item, which was already in Isaac's hand, he passed him the next item.
It was a scroll, like any paper, it looked slightly tattered, however, besides that, it was in perfect condition.
"This scroll is a teleportation scroll. Wherever you are, it'll teleport your hundreds of miles at minimum, and if injected with enough mana, thousands of miles are accessible.
Please use this scroll in case of any danger and do not fret of wasting it."
After an entire month of training, Liam grew to have a bond with his first and only disciple.
'I should've had a disciple sooner.'
Perhaps this was due to the mysterious woman, maybe not.
Regardless, he grew to like his only disciple and for that, he wouldn't spare a penny on him.
Shoving his thoughts away and handing Isaac the last item he prepared he explained it's functions.
"This necklace, named, [Iron-Blooded Will], will summon a blood shell around you in case of danger.
It will automatically activate when an attack of Peak-Master heads towards you. While the shell blocks the attack, with the time given, use the scroll."
Nodding, showing his confirmation, Isaac looked towards his master.
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Over the month spent, they'd spent dozens of hours with each other.
It wasn't wrong to say Liam and Tasha were his only backers and people he could rely on.
Besides Alice, he hadn't formed any friends.
Specifically, he was too tired to.
Training and learning for the entirety of his day for a month straight wasn't healthy.
Nor does will he do it again without a good enough reason.
Nonetheless, he smiled.
"Thank you, master."
Liam only responded with his own smile.
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Adorning a black robe aligned with gold lining on the bottom, he didn't look very lowkey.
Although his black mask gave him a mystical aura, anyone could tell he wasn't random.
Riding the noble carriage as he was sent off by his master moments ago, he traveled towards a particular location.
Specifically, the current conflict point between the two kingdoms.
Balmort.
Being the city closest to both kingdoms, it was only natural they fought there.
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After an entire week of travel, he reached the neighboring city, Peline.
Afterwards, he bid his carriage farewell.
Currently, there was no way of transport towards Balmort unless of nobility with the king himself approving the transportation.
Nonetheless, after the carriage was out of view, he entered the average city, cloaking himself from the world when no one was looking.
With that, he left the city, unseen, and with his own flesh, not empowered by mana, winds flew sharply from where he leaped from.
After a couple of hours, he arrived at the war.
At the gate of the city, which was secretly secured and guarded, he removed his veil.
Walking calmly with his hood covering his face, leaving only a hooded man, he heard a loud voice empowered by mana.
"Halt! State your name and intent!"
Taking a few more steps, he finally stopped when he noticed that they'll truly attack if he continued.
Channeling mana to his vocal cords, Isaac finally spoke.
"My name is Isaac and as for why I'm here?
Isn't it obvious?
I want to assist in the upcoming battles."
The guards stood atop the wall filled with artillery, like a fortress, stood rooted.
The same could be said for the guards at the gate itself.
'Someone, out of their own will...
Wants to join the army?'
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Being taken inside to their leader, as naturally they were suspicious, looked at him with caution.
After all, he came to the war itself and asked to participate!
Who does that?
Which insane bastard wants to join a war.
You either have to be extremely righteous, fighting for your kingdom with your life, or you just have to be insane!
With the equipment choice of the man in front of him, he was always on guard.
After all, intruders were definitely a possibility.
No, they had already invaded, only, they had hidden themselves well enough.
He only hoped that whatever happens with their General goes well.
Nonetheless, one of guards walking side by side with Isaac stepped up, knocking on the General's doors.
A deep voice answered in response.
"Enter."
Following the command, the two guards looked at Isaac, who stepped up.
Opening the doors for Isaac, he was given view of their leader, specifically, the one and only general of the Freesia Kingdom.
With a scar tracing down his eye, which seemed fine regardless, and one tracing down his mouth to his chin, the man clearly went through a multitude of battles.
With the deep, unremovable scars alone, one could tell he wasn't anyone simple.
Nonetheless, the aura he gave off naturally seemed to increase that feeling.
However, Isaac didn't mind it.
With short red hair and blazing orange eyes, Isaac felt his entire body being analyzed.
"What brings you to my office?" With a voice befitting a grand general, Isaac smiled in response.
"General, I wish to enlist myself." Not letting the General cut him off with any useless questions, he continued.
"I wish to fight for my birth kingdom!"
Letting the aura befitting one of a Master Class, specifically, a 4th Circle despite the fact he's only a 3rd Circle, the Generals eyes widened, with a smile adorning his handsome features.
'A Master?'