Ainz was in his war room and he was surrounded by the 8 primordials. They looked menacing, all confident, and eager to teach. Apt to do and able to. They all were ready and Ainz was concerned and they were overzealous to teach him. Eyes were sparkling with a burning passion. He was like a cornered rat from a cat. Being taught by them was what was his dream. Now the problem was if they would overdo it. He would be having trouble catching up.He needed to be prepared. Especially his mind and heart. It would soon start and he would be training in their arts. All would be in the right place and at the right time. He would be having a rigorous week ahead. His rest would be short-lived and his peaceful days would have to end shortly. They were ready to let the class begin. As far as Ainz was concerned, they would teach him their techniques and it would be tasking on their part."We will teach you the basics. The Primordial technique was divided into 8 groups of clans that merged. Having

Ainz's training in Voyaging was indeed a fruitful one. The Primordials were already excited for their turn. Well, their turn would come sooner than later. It would be set in fate, time is only the one to pass.It was afternoon and the sun was about to set. The training ground was a mess with all those duels with Ragnar. Learning basic combat from him was just easy. As Ainz was already a martial arts grandmaster. He was able to defeat Ragnar several times already using the Voyaging skills and fighting style. As for Ainz, his fighting style was honed throughout the years. And it was mixing up now. A bit of a bad habit that Ainz has gained. He was confused as to what he would use. The fencing style was new for him and he still has to learn such style. It was more of a deflect and thrust style. A bit different from a swordsman's way of fighting. Nevertheless, it was still a good style. Ainz rested for a while but the time was of the essence. He immediately told Ragnar to continue their