Chapter 19: Advice

Chapter 19: Advice

They nodded, drenched in their sweat

"I need you to attain the level of a High Class Warrior by the end of the year. Until then you will stay at school"

He then looked over everyone:

"You will be training with Matsuda and Motohama. Their power-type profile is similar too Sairaorg, and they already stronger than him, and equal to him if he used his trump card."

"Now, for the flaws, Ise!!"

Ise stood up with difficulty:

"Yes!!"

"You are actually the best out of them, but you are the least capable of being used at the max in a Rating Game. It's actually a flaw that your King should have noticed in you."

He spoke as he smirked to Rias:

"Your principal issue is your Heroic Trait. You are at full power when a fighting a disadvantageous fight, yet your way of handling a one when you are stronger is subpar." Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

"But this kind of thing could only be taught by someone stronger."

'Even someone like Vegeta had this kind of problem.'

"Let me show you how."

He then pointed at Xenovia.

"The holy sword wielder come at me! I will lower my power so I wouldn't hurt you"

Xenovia who had the least consumed stamina attacked with all her might.

"The trick is understanding in depth your opponent, best them in the wit they want to resist you with."

He blocked the durandal with his hand and the two stood at a standstill as Xenovia saw a hope of breakthrough:

"For those who pride in their strength, do not dodge and do not repel easily. They've been always been proud in their attack power, so when they get you in a standstill, they will always want to push throught. At this moment"

He hardened his grip bringing the Durandal to his side and Xenovia with it as his other hand with a Ki ball shot just a little right to her face, yet the explosion behind her made her understand.

'This man, if he was serious, I would be dead at this moment.'

All the others understood, he turned at his subordinates:

"Motohama your tactical awareness is something that is worthy of praise. But it worth naught if you lack ruthlessness and wiliness to follow through. Xenovia attacked you two times, the first time you repelled her and the second time you ejected her, reflect on that."

"Yes, your majesty."

"It is the same problem for the Cat Girl. Your martial sense is as good as the three there, your raw power will only grow with your body. I actually wish I could make you a SaiyanBut you lack ruthlessness. You want to fight yet you are deeply afraid of killing others. So you will either end up sacrificing for others, or being taken down in a suicide attack with weaker opponents that you should have already slain."

"Get better, continue to fight and reflect on your weaknesses. Matsuda you stay with them."

He immediately left with Azazel:

"Motohama, when you get better find me at Agareas.

""Yes, your majesty""

"Let's go"

In the sky of the floating City of Agares, a man with a charming smile on his face was looking at it like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He continued to roam its sky, then descended, parkoured it, feeling its walls, caressing it, like he was teasing his lover.

"Beautiful city, isn't it?"

"Yes, your majesty. I am in awe."

Motohama had sparkling eyes as he responded to his Emperor.

Marek nodded. He was falling in love with the city as his mood was like that of a aficionado admiring a piece of art.

'I haven't felt that way about a city since Dubai'

He took a deep breath as he heard every life in the bustling city, everyone going about their lives. Happiness, sorrows, hoes of lives. He spoke to Azazel behind him:

"I have decided, I want a city like that to be my Imperial City.

-You seem to have made up your mind.

-Don't make that face, I don't need this city, nor the technology required to make it.

-Oh?

-Indeed, my beautiful crow! I only need you to build on it right! Oh My talented underworld craftsmen! I want something Imperialist, Sultanist and Noble. A city, a fortress, and a safe home. I want all my people to have a sense of security when looking at the Sky. I want all my enemies to cower in fear. I want it to be the bastion my Atlas Empire will stand on.

His gaze softened like a daydreaming child as he roamed through the Agares Fortress. Azazel smiled:

'So he can make a face like that too.' A blue portal opened in front of him.

"So you do have the technology to make a floating city."

Marek gently laughed:

"What technology? I only need to make a piece of land float. Hhhhh. What a crack up!"

He then stopped just before the portal as he smiled :

"I only need good eyes."