In the past year the child's progress was astronomical. The child had grown another 10 cm putting him at one metre thirty. His silken training garb had long ago become to small for the boy. Fyreon fortunately had some spare garments stored inside of the great hall that dominated the plain. The youth performed The Heavens Tempest upon the plain with Fyreon lying a few feet away. Baggy crimson red shorts, that clung to ones knees, adorned the boys bottom half his top half was bare showing a sweating chest and developing muscles. Any puppy fat that had been visible last year had been quickly worked off leaving the child's face lean, making the youth appear a lot older than he actually was. His physical strength had also been improved radically. A year ago the child's 12 Thundering Steps were capable of propelling him 100 metres into the air. The youth had far outstripped that and was now capable of 60 Thundering steps before his body could withstand no more, in continuation each step propelled the boy twice as far than before. The boy could easily ascend to a height of a kilometre vertically into the air then safely descend. The sound the boy made when performing this technique was awe inspiring, every step sounded like thunder roaring in the sky. This extreme progress was all thanks to the sky energy the child had absorbed. That was all the child's time consisted of, performing The Heavens Tempest and meditation. With no rest or leisure time such radical progress wasn't that miraculous after all.
When performing The Heavens Tempest the boys form looked rather strange and unique compared to a year ago. At some points the boy moved like a leaf slowly falling to the ground, where at other times the boy appeared to be a roaring wind that could uproot tress. Such massive contrast gave the boy a regal appearance whilst performing. However the boy knew that the dance was far from completion and was still experimenting on the correct movements at certain points in the dance.
Inside of the boys soul the raging storms ferocity had picked up a level. The higher concentration of sky energy incensed the storm. The winds blew harder, the thunder was louder and the lightning was thicker and struck faster and more often. Such a chaotic environment one would think that no one would be able to concentrate there. A young boy sat upon a gargantuan thundercloud his face was calm and serene showing no signs of annoyance at the roaring thunder or the bolts of lighting that erupted around him. After a year the boy had found this stormy environment to be calming. He could truly relax in this place, allowing his mind to think about the style of swordsmanship he should follow.
The boy had thought he had stumbled upon success a few times. The first time he believed he should mimic the cutting edge of the wind. Transforming sky energy into a thin rapier the boy had held the instrument of death in his hands for the first time. He had seen swords before, in fact the one he had formed in his hands was a replica of one his mother had. Upon thinking about her and her killer, rage erupted forth and the boys soul had become so hostile that he had to return to his physical body and calm himself before carrying on. Stabbing forth with the rapier the boy tried to mimic the cutting wind however the youth didn't feel comfortable with the thin rapier in his hands and had quickly given up on that style of swordplay. The second time the boy thought he had found success was when he observed how the clouds moved. They were carried by the buffeting wind, going where they were beckoned. Creating a short sword that the dragon clan warriors had carried the boy tried to mimic the style of the cloud. Such a style was centred around parrying and using the strength of the enemy against them. Practicing such a form singly was a arduous task and the boy felt he couldn't become proficient enough in it so he gave it up and returned to observing his environment.
And there he was sitting upon the thundercloud. The child focused on all aspects of the storm and analysed each of them. A lighting bolt flashed past the boy and his hazel eyes flew open in shock. With some concentration the boy made dozens upon dozens of lighting bolts to flash around him. Surrounded by such insidious bolts of lighting the boy let out a laugh and belittled himself for not having recognised such a powerful aspect of the sky to observe earlier. Raising off of the thundercloud the boy pondered carefully upon the sword that would best compliment this aspect of the sky. The boy had chosen a rapier for the wind because of its weightlessness and the sweeping chops he cold utilise. A short sword had been chosen for the cloud style because of the ease of parrying with such a wide edge and short reach.
Looking at the lightning and observing it he saw how the lightning struck through anything that tried to stop it until it hit it's target. The youth knew that he needed a heavy weapon that was hard to block and would land heavily on the opponent. A battle-axe or a war-hammer were the boys first two thoughts, however neither seemed quite right. A memory flashed through the boys mind. A giant of a man silhouetted by a doorway. The man bent down and tenderly tousled the young boys hair, a proud smile was beaming on the mans face. The man stood up and turned around walking out of the doorway. The last thing that disappeared was a great sword strapped to the mans back.
A warm feeling blossomed in the boys heart. He knew what weapon he would create to perform this lightning style. Pulling sky energy towards him the boy sculpted it into a 2 metre great sword. The blade that the child formed was identical to the one he remembered his father carrying. 2 metres long and ginormous the blade was a beast that radiated a killing aura. The edge was chipped and rugged showing it was no stranger to action. A sinuous tiger engraving flowed down the side of the blade as if stalking an unseen prey. The hilt was wrapped in a worn piece of white cloth.
Wielding the great blade with one hand the youth swung the giant blade a few times experimentally. The boy looked completely disproportional next to the giant blade in his hands. The boy then firmly grasped the hilt with both hands and raised the sword above his head. With a grunt the child swung the sword downwards like an executioner. The sword didn't descend straight instead it was a jagged descent very much like lightnings path. A frown appeared on the boys brow as he repeated the action. The glinting steel of the blade was transformed into a miniature streak of grey lightning. A frown was still present on the boys brow as the blade refused to behave in the way the child wanted it to.
An entire year the child remained in his astral body practicing his swordplay. Progress was rapid and within the first six months the boy developed the first 4 forms of his sword style. However the last six months the youths progress was stemmed and only by closely observing the lightning within his soul could the boy finish developing the last 2 forms of his swordplay. The youth knew that to advance his skill further he would need to engage in actual combat. And just like that an entire year passed. To the youth it seemed as if maybe a few months had passed since he first enveloped himself in his sword play. The boy left his astral body making to go and inform Fyreon of his progress.
Upon returning to his physical body the youth found out how wrong he was about the passing of time. The grass of the plains had grown around him and had rooted him to the ground. The boys jet black hair cascaded down his face like a waterfall, his toenails and finger nails had grown to ridiculous lengths at least 3 inches long. The youths crimson red shorts had entirely deteriorated, they were but rags hanging in shreds off of the youths legs. Smiling at his hermit like appearance the boy slowly got up, stretching his static muscles. With a flick the boy broke off his ridiculously long nails that impeded his movement. Slicking his tangled neck length hair back behind his head the boy looked around for his master. Fyreon lay a few feet away seemingly asleep. The glittering crimson scales that adorned his back sparkled radiantly creating a beautiful contrast to the rich green of the grassy plain.
"Master" the boy moved towards Fyreon and bowed making his presence known.
Blinking his eyes open, Fyreon raised his head before opening his great maw in a tremendous yawn. "Youngling I was beginning to believe you would never return from you astral body. I assume Youngling you have either made some advances to your 60 Thundering Steps or gained insight into the style of swordplay you will pursue?" Fyreon questioned the boy.
"Master I have not only gained insight into the sword I have created the first 6 forms, however I have reached a bottleneck master. I feel that I can't improve any more by myself" the boy explained to Fyreon his current situation.
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"Well then Youngling looks like combat experience is the only thing that can further your swordplay" Fyreon casually said.
With a shock the boy looked up at his master and quickly said "master do you mean that I should venture forth and pursue the destroyers of my clan" the excitement in his heart was uncontrollable and the boys joy made he's voice quiver slightly.
"Youngling your thirsty for death it seems, let me explain to you your opponents level of power" Fyreon chastised the boy "Youngling do you have any idea of crystallisation?" Fyreon questioned the boy. A shake of the boys head showed his ignorance and Fyreon continued "Youngling when one has collected a certain amount of universal energy ones soul shall undergo crystallisation, this is where the infallible becomes fallible and the soul manifests itself physically inside of the body. Youngling when ones soul undergoes crystallisation they're power will easily quadrupole. However Youngling crystallisation is only the first step on the road to ascension, upon first crystallising, ones soul will have the physical dimensions of a sphere only a single cm in diameter, as one absorbs more of the universes energy they're soul shall become larger, until reaching the size of a sphere 10 cm in diameter. At this point one is ready for ascension" Fyreon further explained the workings of the soul to the boy, passing on his wisdom to the young lad. "Youngling that black dragon that you told me of must at least have a soul 5 cm in diameter if he can produce flames destructive enough to destroy the mountains plateau. In continuation Youngling he must of had an agenda or an organisation ordering him, such wanton destruction is rarely done for the sake of it by the dragon race" Fyreon told the boy "Youngling you wish to engage such an enemy with your level of skill? If your so eager for death I myself will do the deed" Fyreon's steely eyes bore thought the boy, flattening his hopes of revenge.
"I'm sorry master my excitement at further gaining strength clouded my judgement. May I question how I shall engage in combat though?" The boys apologetic tone quelled Fyreons fierce gaze.
"You appear to be underestimating your master Youngling" Fyreon said with a snort. Exhaling from his nose great billows of flame burst forth. However instead of spluttering and dying out on the ground they took on a humanoid shape. Six flaming figures brandishing swords stood before the youth who gaped with wonder at his masters display of power. "These elementals are just about to achieve crystallisation power wise Youngling, they should make for a nice warm up" Fyreon laughed at the boys bewildered expression.
"Master I have no sword to fight with" the boy informed his master.
"There a few swords in yonder hall Youngling let me retrieve them for you to chose one" stretching his great body Fyreon rose off the ground onto his legs. With a flicker he disappeared. "Youngling theses are all the blades I can offer you" Fyreons great voice sounded behind the youth. Turning around the boy looked at his master with wide eyes, on the floor there were fifty high quality swords. The hall was at least thousand metres away in the distance and yet Fyreon had gone there collected this vast assortment of blades and then returned before the boy could react. Truly no one could rival Fyreon under these heavens thought the boy staring at his master in awe.
Looking down at the swords the boy quickly looked for the biggest blade he could find. And there it was. Lying amidst rappers and bastard swords. Picking it up he felt the blades weight in his hands, the blade was two metres in length and must of weighed at least hundred kilograms. The great sword thickened as you followed the edge, the base being the thinnest point of the blade. The edge of the blade was a golden yellow colour that was comparable to lightning. The great swords tip curved upwards slightly, resembling a butchers knife. Upon the blades surface a rampant dragon engraving rioted. The hilt was nonexistent, the blade transformed into a handle that was wrapped in gold and red silk.
"Well Youngling your choice has certainly made me curious to see your blade play now, I hope your ready" Fyreon said before turning to his fire elementals and giving a invisible signal. The six figures immediately circled the young boy before closing in on him. Charging towards the nearest fire figure the boy executed the first form of his sword style, Lightnings Descent. Blade wielded by a single hand the child raised it overhead ad swung it downwards. Like lightning descending the blade followed a jagged path as it came towards the elementals head. The yellow lacing on the swords edge was the only thing visible making the blade appear to look like a miniature bolt of lightning. The fire elemental tried to raise his sword in time however the youths attack had been to sudden and with a crack the elementals head caved in. The fire elemental dissipated quickly into the surrounding environment.
The remaining five elementals burst forth and came at the boy blocking all routes of escape. Just as he was about to be pierced the youth used a Thundering Step to ascend into the air. Four elementals eerily rose into the air with him whilst the last one remained on the ground to prevent the youth from descending. Gripping the great blade with both hands the youth pointed it at the nearest elemental that was rushing him. The boy bought the sword backwards before piercing it forwards, as he did this he spun the handle within his hands. The elemental instantly bought his sword up to chest height to guard. The boys spinning blade struck the fire elementals sword with a resounding crash. The elementals sword shattered, the revolving power of the blade was to much for the weak sword to cope with and the second elementals chest was pierced through. This was the second form of the boys sword style, Piercing Lighting.
The 3 elementals in the air tired to surround the boy however with another Thunder Step the boy escaped through the gap where the fourth elemental had been. Floating in midair the three elementals regrouped before once again coming at the boy. Keeping his calm the boy began fleeing. The elementals followed, rapidly catching up to the boy who was intentionally fleeing slowly. Suddenly the boy kicked out in the opposite direction taking him in close to the three elementals. With a roar the child came in close to the three elementals. Positioning the blade so one of his feet was crouched on the flat surface of his blade he caught the blows of all three elementals on the other flat side of the blade. Pushing with his foot he drove all of the elementals twenty metres away. The was the third form Lightnings Shield. Before the elementals could close the distance again the boy wrapped his hand in the red and gold silk and let of of the blade. Swinging the blade in an arc the blade flew outwards, being controlled by the boy. The rapid movement caught all three fire figures of guard, slicing all three of them in half. This was the fourth form Sparking Arc.
"Well Youngling seems your rather adept, this last elemental has achieved crystallisation now" so saying Fyreon exhaled more flames that infused with the last elemental on the ground. Without saying a word the youth moved overhead of the elemental on the ground. The elemental burst upwards flying towards the boy, the speed of this elemental was far greater than the five other opponents. The boy pointed his sword downwards then stood upon the hilt. The rapidly falling boys blade clashed head on with the rising elementals sword. This was the fifth form, Impaling Lighnting.
The youth was sent flying away from this worthy adversary, falling to the earth. The elementals sword was broken and he to landed on the ground. Lowering his blade so that it pointed towards the last elemental the boy stated running just above the ground with Thundering Steps. He ran in a jagged path quickly picking up an terrifying amount of speed. The path the boy took towards the elemental was just like a bolt of lightnings path towards the ground. The youth turned into a blur before colliding with the stationary elemental. A great deal of fire spewed forth when the two met. As the fire cleared the youth knelt in the center of the explosion, the elemental had been disintegrated by that great collision. That was the final form of the boy sword style The Lightning Dragons Tounge.
"Youngling it looks as if that's a most fitting style of fighting for your stormy soul, have you named such a style of swordplay" Fyreon inquired.
Rising from his knees with embers falling around, the boys eyes glinted with a hint of rage, then he spoke confidently and assuredly his voice silky and confident beyond his years "the name of my blade technique is The Lightning Gods Wrath"