Chapter 93 Training And Fishing

The sounds of colliding brass echoed within the gymnasium, and Astrid's deep breath infected the room.

"Come on, Astrid, or do you want to embarrass yourself in front of your future husband?" Neil said.

He was just joking, but such a phrase seemed to mess with Astrid, who was left with her face red and her breath even more irregular.

"Don't mess with me," she said.

Neil was teaching her how to fight using swords and other old-school weapons, as those were the powerful ones which people often enchanted to use while facing beasts.

The times of firearms being the deadliest were long gone, and the real danger was a sharp blade, not a cannon.

While the two were training, each displaying their skill, crafted by countless hours of harsh training, Damian sat on the gym bleachers, watching everything with his mouth gaped and his heart pounding with excitement.

Astrid moved swiftly and used her sword like a veritable master. There was no denial that she was better than the average student of Garmony Upper School.

Was it her talent? Damian was sure she was talented, but what truly mattered was how much she trained, and she trained a lot!

A noble family was no joke, and for them, all of their members had to be the best, and for her was no different.

"It is not only her, but Neil too! This old man is a master in teaching, and can turn any dragonfly into a veritable dragon!"

Damian had seen many masters inside both Garmony and Ortons Superhuman School, and even with their expertise and years of training and teaching, they were still behind Neil.

They trained non-stop for one hour, and when Astrid had some time off, Damian rushed toward her with a bottle of water in hands. "take it," he said.

"Thanks."

Astrid was working ever harder to impress Damian. Not because he was someone she liked — he was — but because it was rare that someone would pass by to watch her train, and that made her heart race, afraid of a misstep that could lead to failure.

Damian knew he would feel that way if someone was watching his training session, so he tried to be as considerate as possible to her.

"You were incredible back there! How long have you been training?" Damian said.

"You think so? Thanks," Astrid said, with a voice that showed she was less nervous about Damian's presence, "I've been training since I was little."

"Incredible, and I am not saying this because I like you," Damian said with a chuckle.

The two talked for some time before it was time for Astrid to return to her training session — Neil was not joking when he said he would go hard with the training.

It kept going like that during the entire morning. Neil thought about calling Damian for a training spar with him, but remembered that he would spend the afternoon with Glen, and leave during the night on a mission.

When it was time for lunch, both Damian and Glen ate nothing, leaving the castle with an empty stomach and a backpack with camping supplies.

"How about we fish first to get ourselves a pleasant lunch?" Glen said as the two were walking down a pathway through the nearby forest.

The plans they had for the day comprised fishing, hunting and chilling. Of course, hunting required to track down the animal, so it would take longer, and both needed to eat, so fishing was the way to go to start their afternoon.

Everything they wished for was near the castle. A verdant forest teeming with life: singing birds and rodents leaving their burrows, looking for nuts to eat.

They walked for around twenty minutes before a crystal clear lake entered their sight! It was beautiful, especially with the sun brightening the surface of the water.

Damian even glimpsed some fishes jumping from the water like shooting stars looking for a place to land.

"Beautiful, right? I love to come here to chill, especially after a stressful full moon," Glen said.

Glen sat first on the wild grass, soft, and felt the breeze hitting his face, making his hair fly backward. A refreshing feeling took over him, and so did Damian, who sat beside him, relaxing his mind, becoming one with the surrounding area.

Damian remained motionless with his eyes closed in a type of meditation in contemplation of the gorgeous place he was in.

While lost in thoughts, Glen unpacked their stuff, placing two chairs and a cooler with some beers by the lake, and two fishing rods neatly placed.

"Take this," Glen said, tossing a hat to Damian.

They sat there, launching their bait on the lake, taking almost no time to catch some medium-sized fishes!

Glen installed a grill there, and the two made themselves a delicious lunch.

"I brought some rice packages, too."

It was a simple lunch, but it tasted better! Maybe it was the freshness of the fish, or because they were the ones who caught it, but either way, it was better!

Damian enjoyed the moment, trying to get to know Glen better.

"One reason we came here was because of my ability. The lose in control was not a pleasant thing to have in a big urban center, so we came to live in our family's castle that had been ours for generations," Glen said.

"You seem like a good guy," Damian said as he picked up a beer, "but why did your son try to kill me? I still don't understand!"

"Ha! He wouldn't kill you in the end, that I am sure of. Joffrey was difficult to deal with, and sometimes he does stupid things."

"Stupid things like trying to kill me, but he also helped me, so I am uncertain of how I should feel about him."

Glen was staring at the crystal clear like, drinking his beer, and his eyes showed he was reminiscent of the past. "give him a chance. Give us a chance."

It felt sincere for Damian, but he still needed time to think of an answer.

"Now let's hunt something, shall we?" Glen said, getting up from his chair, stretching out.