"First, let me explain the difference between your blood aura and Asura's aura. Imagine the blood aura as the turbulent surface of the sea, chaotic and wild," Arther began, his voice a steady cadence that echoed through the stillness of the training grounds, his words weaving a tapestry of imagery in Ethan's mind.
"In contrast, Asura's aura is akin to the calm yet perilous depths below—serene on the surface but teeming with hidden dangers," Arther continued, his description painting a vivid picture of the dichotomy between the two energies, each possessing its own unique power and allure.
"How do you know all this?" Ethan inquired, his curiosity sparked by the depth of Arther's knowledge, his gaze fixed intently on the older man as he awaited an explanation.
Arther's response was tinged with a hint of remorse, his eyes clouded with memories of a past veiled in shadows. "My Dragonfang aura is a derivative of it," he confessed, his words laden with the weight of confession, hinting at a history intertwined with the very forces they now discussed.
"What do you mean?" Ethan pressed, sensing the gravity of Arther's words, his heart heavy with the weight of understanding that lurked just beyond his grasp.
Arther's gaze drifted to a time marred by struggle and desperation, his thoughts drifting back to a chapter of his life stained by regret and sorrow.
"To fully tell you the reason, I must tell why I allied with the Demon guild," he said, his voice a somber melody of past woes that hung heavy in the air like a shroud of mourning.
"Go ahead," Ethan said, his voice cold and uninterested.
"At one time, our guild was facing many hardships due to strong monsters, and I had also stumbled upon my growth," Arther's voice carried the weight of remembrance, each word a testament to the trials and tribulations of days long past.
He paused, the frustration of those days still evident in the furrow of his brow as he recalled the struggles that had once threatened to consume him whole.
"Even after trying to find various methods to grow myself, to become stronger and help my guild members, I failed," he confessed, the word 'failed' hanging in the air like a heavy shroud of regret, a stark reminder of the challenges that had once seemed insurmountable.
A flicker of something akin to reverence crossed Arther's face as he continued, his gaze fixed on the ancient scrolls before him with a sense of awe and wonder.
"Then Marcus, the demon guild priest, showed me these scrolls," he explained, his voice filled with a mixture of reverence and gratitude as he gestured towards the weathered parchments with a reverence reserved for sacred relics.
With a sense of ceremony, Arther opened the scrolls before Ethan, revealing a tapestry of ancient knowledge that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of ages past.
Adorned with intricate pictures and symbols whose meanings danced just beyond the grasp of understanding, the scrolls whispered secrets of a time long forgotten, their faded ink a testament to the enduring power of knowledge and wisdom preserved through the ages.
"What are these?" Ethan asked, his voice hushed with reverence as he gazed upon the ancient scrolls, their mysteries beckoning him into a world of ancient lore and forgotten truths.
"These scrolls contain techniques of Asura's martial arts," Arther revealed, his hands delicately handling the ancient parchments as if they were the most precious relics in existence, their faded ink whispering secrets of ages past.
"Marcus offered to give these scrolls to me in exchange for helping them. I was in desperate need for them to overcome my boundaries, so I accepted his offer. And you know what happened afterwards," Arther confessed, his voice heavy with regret as he recounted the pivotal moment that had forever altered the course of his destiny.
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Ethan's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he considered the implications of Arther's revelation. "How much did you decipher?" he asked, his voice steady despite the storm of uncertainty raging within him.
"I managed to decipher it up to the third technique," Arther admitted, a note of pride mingling with his humility, his gaze fixed earnestly on Ethan as if seeking absolution for his past transgressions.
"Okay. But are you sure you didn't miss any other scroll?" Ethan questioned, his tone tinged with a hint of urgency as he grappled with the unsettling realization that their knowledge may be incomplete.
"No. Why? What happened?" Arther's assurance faltered, his brows furrowing with concern.
"My status window is saying there are 5 techniques, but there are only four scrolls," Ethan's revelation hung heavy in the air, a shadow of doubt creeping into the sanctity of their knowledge, casting a pall over their hopes for enlightenment.
"I'm sorry. I have no idea where the last scroll would be," Arther's apology rang with sincerity, yet it offered no solace in the face of their uncertainty, leaving them adrift in a sea of unanswered questions and unspoken fears.
"Forget it. Nothing can be done about it. Let's start the training," Ethan declared, his voice a beacon of determination cutting through the fog of uncertainty as he resolved to set aside the enigma for the moment and focus on the task at hand.
"Okay," Arther agreed, his eagerness to demonstrate the might of the techniques he had mastered palpable in the air, his resolve unwavering despite the lingering mysteries that clouded their understanding.
"But before we begin, allow me to exhibit how these techniques function and the foundation from which I derived my own," he offered, his words a prelude to the unveiling of ancient secrets and forgotten wisdom that lay dormant within the scrolls.
"Sure. I'm ready," Ethan replied, his eyes alight with anticipation as he prepared to delve into the depths of Asura's martial arts, his heart open to the teachings that lay ahead.
"Me too," Emily chimed in, her voice filled with excitement and determination.
"The first technique is Asura's One Strike. It involves gathering aura at your weapons to enhance their damage output. While seemingly simple, its power lies in the way you gather the aura," Arther explained, his voice tinged with reverence for the ancient art he was about to unveil.
"What do you mean by 'the way you gather the aura'?" Ethan's curiosity burned bright, his thirst for knowledge driving him to seek understanding in the face of the unknown.
"Rather than telling you, let me show it directly," Arther suggested, his confidence unwavering as he prepared to demonstrate the mystic arts of Asura's One Strike.
Ethan and Emily watched with bated breath as Arther began the intricate ritual, his movements fluid and precise as he channeled the essence of Asura's power into his blade.
The air crackled with anticipation as he raised his sword, the aura swirling around it like a tempest waiting to be unleashed.
With a sudden motion, Arther thrust the blade forward, not with a sweeping arc as one might expect, but with a focused precision that spoke of years of discipline and mastery.
His demonstration was nothing short of a spectacle; a single red projectile erupted from the sword's tip, hurtling towards the target with a speed and accuracy that defied comprehension.
"What happened? Why did the sword aura come like this?" Emily's voice trembled with awe and wonder, her eyes wide with amazement as she struggled to comprehend the mystic forces at play before her.
"It's simple," Arther explained, his voice steady with the weight of centuries of knowledge.
"Instead of dispersing my aura across the entire sword, I concentrated it solely at the tip. Now, let me demonstrate the next technique: Asura's Shattering Spirit."
"It's akin to the previous techniques, but instead of enveloping your weapon, you gather aura around your body. It can amplify your strength significantly, but mastering its control is challenging."
"Could you demonstrate it for us?" Emily inquired eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation.
"Yes, indeed. I've developed a derivative form from this technique called the Dragon Obliterating Fist. Watch closely," Arther instructed, his movements fluid and deliberate as he prepared to unleash the power that lay dormant within him.
With a concentrated gathering of aura, he slammed his right fist into the ground, causing cracks to spiderweb throughout the area, a testament to the raw force at his command.
"It's incredibly potent," Emily remarked in awe, her voice filled with admiration for the sheer magnitude of Arther's abilities.
"Yes, but mishandling it can result in facing the recoil of the damage. Now, onto the next technique: Asura's Annihilating Stride."
"This technique is particularly challenging, requiring precise regulation of aura in your legs. It enhances your speed while also unleashing destruction with every step."
"I can demonstrate the footwork, but the destructive aspect requires proper mastery of Asura's aura," Arther explained, his words a reminder of the perilous path that lay ahead, fraught with danger and opportunity in equal measure.
Arther's final showcase, Asura's Annihilating Stride, was a blur of motion, his speed augmented by the crimson aura enveloping his legs.
Ethan and Emily found it challenging to track his movements, their eyes straining to keep pace with the whirlwind of power and precision that danced before them.
With each step, Arther left behind a wake of destruction, a testament to the technique's remarkable efficacy and the mastery he wielded over Asura's martial arts.
"Truly incredible," Emily marveled, her voice tinged with awe and admiration as she witnessed the sheer magnitude of Arther's abilities unfold before her.
"That's all I know. So shall we start the training?" Arther asked, his eagerness to impart his knowledge evident in the gleam of determination that shone in his eyes.
"Okay," Ethan replied, his voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose and determination. Armed with a deeper understanding and a renewed sense of resolve, he stood ready to embrace the challenges that lay ahead.
"First, in order to use those techniques, you need to develop Asura's aura. Let's begin," Arther declared, his words a clarion call to action as they embarked on the journey of unlocking the dormant potential that lay within.
The training ground, once a silent witness to Ethan's frustration and uncertainty, now brimmed with the promise of mastery and the dawn of newfound power.
As they delved deeper into the mysteries of Asura's martial arts, the air crackled with anticipation, each movement infused with the echoes of ancient wisdom waiting to be rediscovered and harnessed once more.
In this crucible of learning and growth, Ethan and Emily stood on the precipice of greatness, their spirits ablaze with the fire of determination and their hearts set aflame with the promise of a brighter tomorrow.