"There's one more thing you need to know as a true knight," Walter said to Ethan as they walked along a forest path. "The more knowledge about martial art you accumulate, the more your Will Body will develop. In fact these knowledge will be inscribed on the surface of your Will Body, feeding it." "So since you've already told me about the Dragon Scale Art, I've learnt it?" Ethan asked. Since his Will Body was able to accumulate inscriptions of knowledge he had gotten, he figured out he would be able to learn that martial art. The Dragon Scale Art was a martial art Walter mentioned he practised. It focused on hardening the body against physical and magical attacks. Walter had mentioned that he was the only one in this generation who knew that martial art. This was because he had come across it in a mission and had hidden it from his teammates. About the team he was in, Walter didn't mention. It seemed like a secret. "That's an intelligent question," Walter replied. "But you've not stu
Around 4 O'clock in the morning, Cassio got out of bed, took his saber and went out of the castle. If it hadn't being for his strong dignity he would have tested his Swordsman climbing abilities right now.There was a drizzle, clouds blocking the moon. So everywhere was dark and hazy. Cassio wouldn't have seen anything if he hadn't being a Swordsman. As a true knight he was a hundredfold times better than even the best peak fake knight around.I can't believe I have being a Swordsman all this time, he thought within himself as he continued walking across a familiar path. He was headed towards Ken's training ground. It was high time he completed his training successfully.After some minutes he arrived at the training ground and stood for some time. Last time I was really weak and couldn't achieve anything. Right now I can be considered strong. I wonder how Ken would be feeling right now, seeing that I've always being a Swordsman. And Ethan, he would be so dumbfounded. When I become Ken
Cassio and Ken trained till 7 O'clock in the morning before stopping. By now they were sweating as if they had partook in a marathon, their clothes drenched in perspiration. So they ended the training to prepare for the day.The sun was not yet out, a red haze stuck in the sky. The castle guards could already be seen at their posts while the knights were walking about in groups. There were still aftermaths of the previous battle as seen in the broken walls and cracked grounds. They had not yet being fixed and were still under construction.Cassio walked into the castle, ignoring the gazes of the other knights who had seen or heard what he had done earlier. It had become news that this 15-year old kid was already a Swordsman and had fought and killed the General who had almost killed the crowned prince, saving him from death."It's said he's cultivated the Dragon Scale Art!" a guard said."Impossible!" another guard said."How do you think he was unscathed from the barrage of lightning
Some miles away from Arthur's City, Camelot's capitalSeveral horses neighed as they galloped across the desert, their long legs digging deep into the hot sands. The riders were all dressed in black outfits which seemed like bandages, hoods over their heads and masks covering their mouths. Scythes were strapped their sides or backs, their eyes narrowing with fierce gazes. This was none other than the Chaldeans, the most powerful and notorious bandits in Camelot. Now the Chaldeans had increased in number and they were now about one hundred skilled bandits.As they rode, only one individual remained in the front of the caravan. His eyes were even more fiercer than the rest and he had a terrifying aura around him. He would occasionally lashed at his black horse, making it neigh as it galloped faster. The others also did the same, following closely behind him.After riding for about an hour, the man in front, who was obviously the leader of the Chaldeans, halted. He raised his left hand u
There was silence in the underground cave for some moments before the genie cleared his throat and transformed into a little child with a puff of smoke. This child looked very normal and was dressed like a noble child, golden ornaments decorating his body. Seeing this Philemon couldn't help but widen his eyes which were shining brightly. He felt like snatching the genie lamp right now and becoming the genie's master. If he wished for more wishes that would be insane! Wishing for more genies would be unimaginable! On the other hand the Chief remained very reserved as he said, "There's no problem with that wish so you can grant it with immediate effect." This is why I don't do business with magicians, the genie couldn't help but frown slightly as he closed his eyes, "Coming up!" He then rubbed his chubby hands together, causing an ethereal energy to surround him. The cave trembled for moments as this ethereal energy split into several other energies. These energies had different
Clang! Clang! Clang!Series of white lights flashed as two blades clashed with each other. One was the blade of a large broadsword half the size of a adult while the other belonged to a saber."Being a knight is all about surviving!" Ken yelled as he continued attacking Cassio, forcing the latter to go defensive. He didn't even give him a slight chance of attacking. "One second of lagging and you're dead!"Cassio's hands were now becoming numb as he blocked Ken's terrifying strikes. Even though this Boxer had reduced his power by a big margin, his strength was still terrifying. When the two blades collided, Cassio could feel his blood boil. Every organ in his body screamed in pain as he blocked Ken's sword strikes.Ken slashed at Cassio's chest, his broadsword tearing through the air. Silvery ripples appeared in the sword's direction, heading alongside the sword towards Cassio.I've always being weak all my life, Cassio thought within himself as he lunged forward. I've never had a cha
Medusa clutched her stomach as Cassio led her to the servants quarters. As they went through the hallway she couldn't help but stagger like a drunkard as she blabbered. She even pressed her face to Cassio's face and muttered something about a god coming down to cook for her. Cassio was dumbfounded.I didn't know my cooking would be terrifying, Cassio thought to himself as he continued holding the girl. She slowly directed him to her room and opened the door. As a maidservant assigned to the prince's bodyguard, she was privileged to have a room of her own even though it wasn't grand. It was actually small with a small bed and a wooden cupboard. Despite this it was very clean without any sign of dust or cobweb.Cassio couldn't help but become embarrassed as he remembered the situation of his room. It was always very untidy if not for Medusa who always came to clean it up. This was due to his extreme laziness which was unparalleled just like his culinary abilities.Shifting the thought o
Cassio moved along with Medusa silently, evading the guards who were patrolling the castle even in broad daylight. He sometimes used the trees as covers and sometimes the statues. Several times the guards would hear footsteps which no doubt belonged to Medusa (who wasn't as nimble as Cassio) and run in that direction. But by the time they were there Cassio was long gone with Medusa. He moved like the wind.Soon they successfully arrived a concealed tunnel on Medusa's direction. This tunnel had a metallic door blocking it. Medusa didn't fret as she took out a hairpin from within her dress, slotting it into the keyhole before turning it professionally."How long have you been doing this?" Cassio couldn't help but ask. With the way Medusa was familiar with the whole lockpick it seemed she had used years to practise this action before becoming a master at it.Click!The door was unlocked and Medusa pushed it open with a smile, "First time I came to the castle I was so depressed and left o