Chapter 44: Training by Dawn

Chapter 44: Training by Dawn

Leif’s fist rushed through the crisp morning air. He stepped forward, and moved into the next part of the training form. His every strike sent a small rush of wind blowing across the small flat plateau.

He was using [Grand Action] to empower his [Might] attribute. Having spent his nineteen free points on [Charisma] the effect was quite potent.

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Attributes:

Free: 0

Might: 41 (+10%)

Alacrity: 45 (+10%)

Intelligence: 29 (+10%)

Willpower: 25 (+10%)

Spirit: 37 (+10%)

Charisma: 55 (+90%)

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Leif effectively had over a hundred [Charisma] after the bonus was taken into account. [Grand Action] allowed him to boost any other attribute by around twenty after counting the ninety percent increase. The results were immediately noticeable.

When he focused on [Spirit] his body felt more vibrant, and his connection to the world around him felt far clearer. [Willpower] made concentrating feel almost effortless and [Intelligence] cleared his mind and sharpened his memory.

But the two biggest changes were to his [Might] and [Alacrity]. Leif moved onto a different form, a more complex series of sweeping movements and wide stances that the Mythhold had taught him. As he repeated over and over what he had learnt beneath the city of Pherin, Leif became more and more accustomed to how much stronger he had become.

From the edge of his perception, the range having been increased due to his [Aura of Nobility] benefitting from the massive boost in [Charisma], Leif felt two faint presences approach. Initially he assumed it was Marcus and Sieg, but they wouldn’t have known where he was. Nor did they have any reason to be awake so early.

Actually, maybe Marcus could find me with his skills. Leif thought, thinking back to the mage’s [Seeker] class.

But as it turned out, it wasn’t either of them. As the two presences came closer the feeling of their vitality became clearer. People, likely two members of the expedition.

“Me? Insufferable? If you think this is my fault-”

“Hey, hey!” Leif said again, raising his voice to distract from the upcoming argument. He paused, unsure what to say. Wincing internally his mind raced. How would I have acted in the past? What would the man who was still human have done? “I’m training too. How about we... do it together?”

Even to his own ears that sounded forced. Both humans stopped bickering. It was clear they didn’t know how to respond, he could sense confusion and apprehension from [Amber Sympathy] .

Leif didn’t blame them, if a monster had asked his past self to ‘train’ how would he have reacted? So he tried a different tact: “So, what do you need to improve? Maybe I could be of assistance?”

The two shared a glance then spoke at the same time.

“Coordination.”

“Teamwork.”

Then they glared at each other as if annoyed that the other had spoken.

Ah, I have no idea how to teach that. Leif thought.“Uhh, okay. How about you... warm up?” He had seen Sieg do that before attempting the statue’s trials in the Mythhold. When he had asked, Marcus had explained the process in his usual enthusiasm.

The teens both shrugged, then moved into separate positions. Leif was relieved, he would have time to think-

Almost immediately they got in each other's way. Linus had withdrawn two wooden training daggers and began to levitate them in wide sweeping arcs around his body. Adriana in turn lifted her hands and started sending out short bursts of whistling wind.

The daggers drifted into the path of the blasts and then the two were bickering and cursing. From what Leif had understood from Marcus and Sieg’s explanations, expedition members were paired off into teams. But the two men were far, far more coordinated than these two.

Leif scratched the back of his head as the first rays of light peaked over the horizon. Leif rewound his perception of time. Amber grains, each representing movement, change, drifted back as he focused.

The spriggan saw both Linus and Adriana move back into their ready stances, he sensed how their intent was focused internally as they began to use their skills.

Leif cancelled the time perception of [Amber Sympathy] and crossed his arms. “Neither of you take the other into account when you act. You’re like two arms reaching for an object, never realising you're attached to the same body.”

Two golden apparitions burst from Leif’s shoulders as the humans turned to look at him. Both limbs moved into a ready stance.

“Come. No skills, half speed.”