HPDBC Chapter 62 Dear Brother - You Are A Monster...
Chapter 62 Dear Brother - You Are A Monster...
Chapter 62 Dear Brother - You Are A Monster...
A sudden slap echoed inside en elegant room, the face of the beautiful fair-skinned beauty turning red as she slammed against the white walls with golden fixtures and the young girl's eyes filled with both dismay and shock.
It was the first time someone had struck her for something outside of failing to master a skill within the time limit... Amalia's chest began racing as she felt a sense of terror from the arrogant face of her master.
"How dare you?" The Sword Saintess exclaimed with a frosty tone, her eyes so narrow they formed terrifying slits.
'I am wrong... I have to apologise!'
Amalia threw her body onto the quilted blue carpet, her hands placed down, grasping the soft ground with her face to the floor, rubbing it incessantly, hoping to gain forgiveness from her master before she suffered a worse fate.
"M-Master... I am wrong..." With a sigh, the sword saintess looked down at the grovelling sight of her apprentice.
"Do you even know why I am angry and filled with disappointment?" the more she spoke, the deeper and less accepting she became.
'What did I do wrong... Was it losing to my brother? I don't know... What do I say!?'
The clueless Amalia could only act this way, her eyes filled with tears as the woman she respected most, even more than her mother, gave her such a look she had never seen before in the many years she spent training with her.
It was horrifying as she trembled, with a cold sweat dripping down her back.
"Amalia... You have been training with me for nine years—what is the main thing I always tell you when fighting."
Suddenly, it became apparent why her master was angry...
The rule is to never use special techniques outside of important battles, fighting with your life on the line or duels to the death because they are techniques that can kill and also put an immense strain on the user.
'I am so stupid... Master is worried about me, and I broke her rules so easily because of my fiery head!'
"But Amalia, my dearest successor..."
Her master squatted down, stroking the long black hair of the quivering girl like a mother would her daughter—both had lost their chance to experience that relationship as Amalia's mother vanished shortly after her birth.
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Meanwhile, back in the training area.
Asura held a practise sword the same size and shape as Nova while darting around the training ground like a galloping gazelle. His speed was graceful, rapid and filled with power.
His strikes were swift, precise and filled with intent to kill as his mind replayed the match with his sister. The difference between them shocked him a little.
However, he saw an issue with his battle; his swordsmanship lacked lustre—he lacked a powerful attack other than using magic, but could he cast them rapidly during high-speed combat?
No... He needed something more, a technique to empower his swordplay.
Asura's mind raced as he recalled the fight; his sister used three attacks... The first was a simple strike to test his power and defence.
Then followed up with a basic wind magic that followed her blades that he might mirror using his Soufire Blade—however, there was nothing after that... His melee combat had the void martial arts, but he lacked an offensive sword art. "No... let's first try to mimic my sister's attack... aim for seven additional fire attacks." He stepped back, the seven dummies regenerating as he took a deep breath. "It doesn't have to be a slash attack. What about simple fireballs or blasts coming from the tip of my sword to work with both slashing and stabbing?"
Asura took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he recalled the movements of Amalia's technique...
It was a simple one, but he couldn't copy it as it required mana density, and he lacked that amount of mana to launch seven consecutive attacks, so instead, he condensed it into a smaller attack, the tip of his blade shimmering with a flame, that alternated between dark blue and crimson red.
Asura dashed forward, his steps light as he swung his sword, a small fireball no larger than a tennis ball leaving his blade, striking the dummy with a loud explosion, causing the training dummy to fall apart.
'No! It was too soon, and my first attack didn't hit, but I could use this for ranged combat!'
Asura dashed forward once again, his body moving swiftly as he thrust his blade, launching another fireball, but this time it hit the dummy square in the chest the moment after his sword pierced its chest, causing it to explode, and then followed up with a slash, releasing another fireball, to the dummy that attacked his right side.
'No! It was too soon, and my first attack didn't hit, but I could use this for ranged combat!'
Asura dashed forward once again, his body moving swiftly as he thrust his blade, launching another fireball, but this time it hit the dummy square in the chest the moment after his sword pierced its chest, causing it to explode, and then followed up with a slash, releasing another fireball, to the dummy that attacked his right side.
The explosion made his blast larger than his sisters, but the force allowed his brutal and wild movements to use the momentum and force to dart around the combat faster.
As if a devil possessed him, Asura spent hours repeating this arduous and strict training until his body and mana were completely exhausted.