Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

"I sensed what you did," she nodded before adding, "that means the more weapons you control the less time you'll have over them."

"Agreed," he simply said before taking the ore out again from his ring, "I'll keep training then."

During the next three days he kept slamming the ground heavily while his soul ache from the backlash of the ore.

"Try this now," she took a sword from her ring before handing it over to him, "try to control this sword as far as possible."

He weirdly glanced at the sword in hand before sighing and then he connected his energy to it. He threw the sword far, and when he tried to control it, he felt like controlling a mountain.

The sword followed his control for a couple of moments before falling heavily on the ground. "See?" she said with a laugh, "you used the lightest weapon ever and thought you were invincible, hehehe." She was amused by teaching him and giving him pointers.

"How can I control it perfectly then?" he asked.

"Use this ore then," she took another ore. It was fiery red and seemed glistering from time to time. "This is the soul ore, one of the most advanced trainings in the entire world," she said before taking one out as she added, "even I can't endure it for more than one hour then I'll be hit by its fierce aura."

"How does it work?" Arthur asked after he closely inspected the ore, "it's like any normal fiery ore out there," he added.

"Wrong," she pointed her finger out to him, "this ore has a unique nature that only accepts and links to the soul energy from its own initiative. It wants to eat your soul energy up, so you'll have to release as much and dense energy as possible all the time or else this ore will empty your soul all of sudden from energy and render you weak for a moment there."

Her words couldn't describe things well, so he just closed his eyes and started linking his soul to the ore. The next moment he felt like a wide mouth appeared around his energy, consuming it at a scary speed like it had no end to its hunger.

"Damn, this is fierce," he wasn't ready and he got his entire energy sucked away after five minutes of holding the ore in hand. The moment this happened, he felt so weak that his legs couldn't bear to carry his body, and he slammed again to the ground.

"Damn! Can't there be a softer training that doesn't include this embarrassed fall?" he groaned, yet she closed her eyes and started to train; ignoring his complaints.

"Tsk, you sometimes seem colder than you really are," he shook his head before taking a single meat out and started his training again.

This time he lasted for two days before he could break the falling record of his past thirty minutes.

"Impressive," she commented before adding, "I believe you are miles far better than any other disciple in the academy."

"Yet still lower to you," he bitterly admitted.

"Don't compare yourself to me, I'm older!" she teased him.

"You are sexy, and hotties like you never get old," he joked and she just hit his shoulder with the broad end of her sword. "Stop fooling and go towards the next master to learn more," she said before adding, "I'll stay with you until the challenge time. As for them, I'm pretty sure they will soon ask to leave."

"I'll go to Mr. E then," he said and his choice surprised her. "Why him?" she asked.

"I want to learn his unique way of concocting pills," he honestly said as he wanted to compare between his own knowledge and Mr. E's way.

"Alright," she hit him again, "say hi for me then," she added.

"Sure," he then moved fast before shouting from far, "take good care of them for me."

"Tsk," she sneered before turning to glance over them, "they still need a long time to adapt and advance. It's good we have enough time here."

Arthur went directly towards Mr. E yet he took a quick glance over each master. Armondo seemed quite immersed in fighting with swords, as he kept fighting with one disciple after another.

He arranged them in a long row before sparring with each one of them. Unlike the test he conducted, he didn't stop the spar until he knocked the disciple on the ground.

"He is really a fighting maniac," Arthur muttered to himself.

"Like that berserker, right?" the golden dragon said, "I think if this swordsman can advance to the next realm with you, he would be the best friend to Orlaf."

"Yeah, I can already imagine that," Arthur chuckled before turning his gaze upon Slone, who arranged everyone in gigantic circles arranged above each other while he kept moving in between them giving his pointers and corrections.

"This looks nice," he smiled, before adding, "at least nicer and calmer than Amanda or Armonda's classes."

He turned to glance at Cesile, to find her giving others silent and calm lectures about how to attack, how to best utilize their powers and strengths to cause the strongest damage possible, and how to use spells for those with staff.

"Wow, she is a pacifist in the lecture!" he was amazed and was really tempted to shift classes to study under her calm guidance.

"Calm lessons won't stick easily," the golden dragon said.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Arthur sighed as he agreed with his dragon's opinion. He knew just sitting there and listening to the words said wasn't enough. One had to try everything on his own, fail endless time to learn from each failure and grew stronger eventually.

Otman was standing in front of many poles and runes while having a nice long brush in his hand. He was explaining things while working. "He looks like… an artist drawing a painting!" Arthur couldn't describe it better than this, "weird," he muttered before finally reaching towards Mr. E class.

He was standing in front of a small cauldron that was even smaller than Arthur's. "Oh, you finally decided to come," Mr. E greeted him with a grin as he added, "tell me, how is she with you? Still stubborn?"

"Don't worry father-in-law, I won't give up on her ever," he said while holding back his bitter smile from the painful experience he just had with her.

"Oh, I like this spirit of yours," Mr. E laughed before adding, "come, sit and take out your cauldron to make pills," he said, "you have one, right?"

"Yeah, I have this," he waved his hand and the next moment his cauldron appeared.

"Not bad," Mr. E said as he examined the cauldron for a couple of minutes before shifting his eyes away, "but not enough. Remind me to ask Otman to make one for you later on."

"He can make one of these?" Arthur pointed to the small cauldron of Mr. E.

"Oh, this little one here is nothing. I just use it in lessons as it won't need much cleaning and if it exploded I won't be sad about it," Mr.. E casually said before adding, "the one he will craft for you is at least triple the strength than this little one here."

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