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Chapter 81 - Getting Carried Away

Chapter 81 - Getting Carried Away

The street lamps quivered under the relentless force emanating from both fighters, shockwaves and bursts of wind flying in all directions each time they clashed. The ground was quickly becoming an uneven, hole-ridden street, prompting Ascalon to silently apologize to those in charge of fixing the damage left in his wake.

Lilithra and Selorien watched in their usual awe, exchanging surprised glances from time to time but uttering not even a word. The battle was not only fiercely intense, but also mesmerizing and incredibly impressive—especially Farkael, who was actually managing to keep up with the monstrous strength of Ascalon.

Still, the Draconidean held a slight advantage. His movements were graceful and fluid, his mastery over the martial arts he was disciplined in shining through. Ascalon, a mere brawler, was relying only on brute strength and what little he had picked up over the years when it came to hand-to-hand combat.

Even then, both of them were holding back, a fact that was becoming even more apparent for them with each blow they traded. As Ascalon landed a powerful punch on Farkael’s cross-guard, the latter was sent backward, his feet dragging across the ground once more. He inspected his arms briefly, and then looked at Ascalon as he spoke.

“I was certainly not expecting such a workout today—it’s a breath of fresh air.” Farkael said in a cheerful tone, his enjoyment of the battle more than evident. Ascalon chuckled a bit, a confident smile spreading across his face as he replied.

“I too am surprised! You are truly a mighty warrior.” Ascalon complimented, and Farkael bowed slightly. In the next moment, the Draconidean burst forth, lunging at the knight as he raised his right leg into an ascending kick aimed at Ascalon’s chin.

Ascalon placed both hands in the path, catching Farkael’s foot with his palm as the impact echoed around them, straining the immediate surroundings. Without wasting any time, Ascalon grabbed Farkael’s ankle and quickly twisted his body into a spin, using the momentum to throw his opponent in the air.

Farkael was momentarily disoriented, but quickly regained control, turning mid-air. Suddenly, his momentum stopped, both his feet planted firmly against what seemed to be an invisible surface! It was as if he were crouching against a wall, defying both common sense and gravity.

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Ascalon watched with his eye wide open, marveling at the Draconidean skill. In a flash, his opponent launched himself toward him, with a speed so swift neither Lilithra nor Selorien could follow. Ascalon, on the other hand, braced himself by raising both arms in front of his face, blocking a powerful stomping kick just at the right moment.

The powerful impact sent wind howling in all directions, effortlessly bending a nearby street lamp bent as it was caught in the shockwave. Yet another thing to apologize for, Ascalon thought as he lowered his right arm toward his torso, blocking another incoming kick.

It was then that Farkael started to dance through the air, his feet gliding with ease across the vast space, his momentum increasing steadily until he became a blurry set of afterimages.

Kicks rained from all directions as Farkael circled the knight. But Ascalon focused intently, his senses heightened, and blocked each and every attack with fast, precise movements, not letting even one slip past! Yet, the more strikes he deflected, the more cornered he felt, and a rush of excitement washed over him—he was done playing on Farkael’s terms.

Ascalon’s body began to glow, its intensity gradually increasing, and causing Farkael to relent on his attack and gain some distance, clearly wary of the change within the knight. The Draconidean’s instincts screamed from deep inside—go all out, they urged in unison.

Meanwhile, Ascalon summoned Exemplaris to his right hand, his lips forming a bold smile as he was bathed in [Blessed be the Knight]. As the divine blessing spread, their surroundings lit up as if the sun had emerged just for them. Both Lilithra and Selorien felt a mix of excitement and dread—elated because it was a most incredible sight, concerned because they feared for Farkael.

Farkael, however, was clearly smiling beneath his mask. His eyes sparkled with eagerness as his own body became enveloped in a shimmering, green aura. The energy swirled around him, its shape appearing like a curling dragon ascending around his body. He hovered mid-air, one of his legs perfectly upright, the other raised and bent, while his right fist was pointed straight at Ascalon and the other rested at his side.

With his stance ready, an ominous energy radiated from him, causing the wind around him to circle erratically. His red eyes gleamed with the intensity of a dragon staring down its prey.

Ascalon drew Exemplaris back, his entire form encompassed by the vibrant, heavenly incandescence of the blessing. The great lance quivered as it charged power, ready to unleash a devastating, earth-shattering beam of pure divinity.

As both opponents sized each other up, their auras intensified. The air around them parted under pressure, and even reality itself seemed to tremble under the escalation of their bout, as if fearing the incoming clash.

But before the wave of destruction could be unleashed, a most powerful voice cut through the air.

“Stop, you fools!” A fierce tone rang, causing everyone to perk up in surprise. Both Ascalon and Farkael looked up at the sky, witnessing an elderly man standing atop a tall building, accompanied by a familiar guy—the javelin thrower.

“Are you planning to destroy the city?!” The man screeched at the top of his lungs, and both combatants realized how far they had gotten carried away. Ascalon took a deep breath as his radiance diminished, until it was completely gone, and exhaled to calm himself down.

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He had been lost in the fight, perhaps enjoying a bit too much the fact that he had found someone strong enough to compete with. Farkael too had managed to cool down, the shimmering aura that surrounded him now completely gone. He descended from the air and quickly prostrated himself in a gesture of deep respect, aimed toward the elderly man high above.

Just then, Lilithra and Selorien approached his friend. Their relieved faces caused Ascalon’s chest to fill with regret, as he vanished Exemplaris back to his inventory.

“That was scary!” Lilithra’s voice rang with a bit of anger as she pouted at Ascalon, slightly disappointed in him, but glad things hadn’t escalated further. Ascalon bowed, promptly apologizing.

“I am deeply sorry…” He replied straightforwardly, unable to offer any excuses. He had none, after all. Selorien patted his shoulder a few times, smiling as he spoke up.

“It happens… I guess!” The elf said mischievously, prompting Lilithra to him on the shoulder. It was clear Selorien wanted to cheer him up, and Ascalon smiled gently at them. Still, he had some self-reflecting to do, as he couldn’t simply keep letting his emotions get the best of him.

While he thought about that, the elderly man descended gracefully at his side. Upon closer inspection, Ascalon realized he was the one they needed to deliver the box to! Litak, as Kain had called him, looked really old, and wore a set of clothes very similar to both the javelin thrower and Farkael, but in white.

Ascalon also noticed that the man had around ten small horns hiding amidst his hair! If his theory about them being similar to the dragons in Excadia was correct, it meant this seemingly feeble-looking man was, in fact, a truly terrifying dragon in disguise.

Litak looked up at the knight, though his eyes seemed to be closed, and a slight ‘hmm’ escaped his lips before he spoke.

“I believe this test is over—you pass.” The man said as he held the box in his hands, causing Selorien to jolt in place.

“Huh?!” The elf muttered in astonishment as he looked at his now empty hands. “How?!” He questioned, his eyes narrowing in doubt. Ascalon realized that not even he had noticed the elderly man take the box from Selorien’s hands, which was both incredible and impressive.

“Ho ho, young ones are always so easily surprised.” Litak replied in a cheerful tone, extending his arm and hiding the box into his deep, long sleeves.

“We passed…? Just like that?” Lilithra suddenly chimed in, her words coated in a bit of suspicion. The elderly man looked at her and smiled gently, radiating a distinctly grandpa-like aura.

“You had to deliver it to me—so yes, that is all.” The elder declared with confidence. Then he turned to Farkael, his brows furrowing. “I am disappointed, Farkael! To let your emotions run wild like that—you will walk all the way back using only your hands, and no skills.” Litak said as he turned around, causing Lilithra and Selorien to be taken aback by his unreasonable demand.

But Farkael simply nodded, still prostrating himself, and quickly got up into a handstand posture. Under baffled stares, he started ‘walking’ ahead, while Litak looked at the group with a gentle smile.

“Come! The least I could do is show you some hospitality after my disciple showed you such a disgraceful sight.” He spoke with cheerfulness, before glancing at Ascalon with his closed eyes. “You should join Farkael too, hmph!” He suggested, and the knight shrank slightly under his words. He pondered over the matter briefly, while his friends watched him with curiosity.

In a moment, he, too, stood on his hands, and quickly ‘ran’ after Farkael. Both Lilithra and Selorien watched in silent amusement, with the latter chuckling a bit at the sight. It was evident that Ascalon felt regretful about his actions, to nobody’s surprise.

Afterward, they followed the elderly man and his other disciple, and were brought to a nearby car, parked a good distance away from the fight. From there, they were driven to the Musashi Academy.

The establishment was just as Lilithra remembered from the many pictures she had seen before. The building rose high into the sky, resembling a grand temple and exuding a majestic yet solemn aura. It was surrounded by a high, stone wall that encompassed both courtyard and main-building alike. The walls of the academy itself were made of solid, brown wooden planks, and the pillars were straight tree trunks, polished to perfection and painted in red.

Standing stone lamps decorated the pathway into the building, illuminating the way across a huge open-area that led to two different outdoor places. To the left was a beautiful garden, meticulously cared-for and filled with different flora and trees. To the right, a big training ground with an arena in the middle, and various training equipment neatly lined at the back.

A couple of what seemed like academy disciples greeted them with a respectful bow as they passed a huge, red archway. Even though its surface was weathered and slightly grainy, it stood tall and firm, radiating a most powerful presence. The way inside was also decorated by many carved stones, wooden statues of creatures resembling dragons, and a huge, intricate doorway.

As they entered, they were welcomed into a vast main-hall, with many doors adorning the sides. The floor consisted of tatami mats, a kind of flooring incredibly uncommon in New Lumingard, but supposedly normal in the lands across the sea. As Lilithra marveled over that, Selorien gazed at the rest of the room, taking in the details.

Various oil lamps hung from the tall ceiling, shining on wooden beams. In the very center of the room rested a circle made of sand, where one of the disciples carefully traced a swirling, enchanting pattern into it.

For the couple of friends, it was like witnessing a scene out of a movie! Just as both shared that similar thought, another pair of people arrived: Ascalon and Farkael, who had taken a bit longer than the car to arrive.

Farkael stopped at the doorway and fell onto his back, panting as he spoke up. “I won!” He declared with a confident smile, while Ascalon halted at his side and lowered his legs onto the ground. Sitting as he wiped off some sweat from his brow, he replied.

“Well done!” The knight exclaimed cheerfully, a gentle smile on his face. Even if he meant to compete with Farkael, he didn’t know the way to the academy anyway! Lilithra approached him and sighed in relief, glad to be reunited with him, and eager to show her excitement about the current situation.

“We’re here! In the Musashi Academy!” She chirped energetically, just as an echo of multiple voices reached their ears—likely students undergoing training in some of the other rooms, even that late into the night. Selorien joined them with a mischievous grin, watching over Ascalon as he spoke.

“Hey, congrats on completing your punishment!” He said jokingly, earning a chuckle from Ascalon, though Lilithra smiled awkwardly—not completely on board with seeing Ascalon face ‘punishment’, perhaps.

Then, Litak’s voice caught everyone’s attention as he walked toward them with a few disciples accompanying him.

“Come now, we are about to prepare dinner, and you are welcome to join us.” The elder said with a gentle grin, and the group of friends humbly thanked him.

After enjoying a variety of food that was a novelty for them, they were led to individual rooms where they could rest, as the elder promised to give them a tour and answer some questions in the morning.

Ascalon and his friends bid each other goodnight and finally lay their faces against soft pillows, enjoying a well-deserved rest after all the walking they had done—though it was far less than they had initially expected, fortunately.

The knight pondered over the day’s events, his gaze filled with sorrow as he remembered his earlier actions. His emotions were usually calm, yet sometimes he was unable to get a hold over them. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and it worried him.

He needed to steel himself, to go back to his old, disciplined self! With that thought in mind, he slowly drifted off to sleep, wondering what the next test would entail. At the very least, he was comforted by the fact they were nearly done with the creation of Lilithra’s Guild.