Kapitel 20: The Third Base of Motivation
Chapter 20: The Third Base of Motivation
"Ah~ Yes~! More Drake! Give more~!"
"Ughh... Take it all!"
"Ahhh! What~? Is that all?! Give me more! More~!"
"MORE~!"
...Fourteen more days had passed in this dark and mountainous world while Scathach and her new disciple continued "training".
"Take this then! Master!"
"YES!"
...Drake and Scathach were exchanging blows midair.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
Multiple sonic booms were heard in the arena of the coliseum, which had several holes and gaps, and destroyed stone columns and structures everywhere one would look.
Wham
Drake threw a powerful punch from his left fist, and it landed directly on Scathach's guard, pushing her a bit in the air.
Scathach, though holding back very much of her power, and like really, really too much force, was still enjoying this.
'Ahh! I can SMELL and HEAR and FEEL the POTENTIAL EVERYWHERE!!' A faintly blushing Scathach screamed to herself in excitement.
Drake's hand was held from his wrist by Scathach's right hand, as she used her other one, which blocked Drake's attack, to send him a "held back" blow.
Bam
—But Drake swiftly raised his other hand's palm and blocked her, then grasped her hand as well.
Both the "nephew" and his "aunt" looked at each other with big, wide smiles spread across their cheeks, and a crazy, excited gleams in their glowing eyes, as they "held" each other's hands.
Drake's right hand was being crushed under Scathach's grip, yet he appeared unaffected by the pain or by how his hand was regenerating and shattering rapidly, as he gently held her other hand in his grasp while smiling up at her.
"Mmm~ You've gotten stronger faster." Scathach softly murmured, licking her lips quite sensually from the upper one to the bottom lip.
Drake chuckled, shook his head in amusement, then gazed deep into the woman's eyes. "All because of you, Master."
Scathach couldn't help but feel her cheeks flushed at his humble and selfless tone as he spoke to her. The woman's eyes dilated, and her irises turned to crimson flames and shone brightly. She loved it every time he spoke like this to her.
"Your loyalty is truly commendable..." She purred, let go of his hand, and brushed her fingers across his strong and sharp jawline, then placed her hand on his face. "But don't forget, stupid disciple..." As Drake let go of her other hand, she placed it over his other cheek and cupped his face.
"...It is also because of you; who you are, what you are, and your mindset. Do not forget that."
Drake blinked, surprised by what his brutal teacher just said to him other than screaming some excited words that would sound so wrong if...taken out of context.
A soft, gentle smile curled up his lips and adorned his handsome and masculine face. At times like these, he really gets aroused by the woman's gorgeous face.
He's actually aroused now, as there was a huge bulge underneath his suit's pants, and Scathach did notice that and licked her lips at the view.
She trailed her fingers across his chest and down to tug at his waistband, then her hand lightly brushed over his throbbing little dragon.
But, they need to train.
"Now." Scathach gently patted her hands on his face before pulling and pushing herself off of him several meters away in the air. "The real training is beginning now."
Drake immediately got back to his serious mode and stood tall in the air, awaiting whatever his teacher is about to do or say.
How are they standing high in the air above the arena floor?
—They are Dragons no? But indeed, their wings are not out.
The reason is because they possess innate Telekinesis to levitate their bodies and weaker opponents. And every Adult Dragon does, no matter the rank or species.
Now... How does Drake, a newborn baby, have Telekinesis?
—He doesn't know.
But his Master does, yet she isn't telling him.
"What's related to your regeneration, the ability to handle your dragon part well and not succumb to your instincts and primal desires, and other innate traits like Telekinesis, are all within your soul, my stupid disciple." That is what she told him 10 days ago when his regeneration began to become very fast, when he just learned the telekinesis during that day.
Because of his mentor, he learned how to control his body well in just 4 days—
POW
Drake's fist slammed onto Scathach's, and despite the woman holding back, he still felt few bones getting fractured.
This is a good result. If it were the old him 18 days ago, his hand would've had vaporized.
Not only did he learn how to control his body and physical prowess, but his "institution" and core grew more durable.
How durable?
Well... Durable enough to withstand and counterattack against a held back strike from a very powerful primordial goddess who's considered "The Strongest of the Primordial Dragons". And that achievement was achieved in just 18 days.
If any Dragon heard this, other than the Primordials and his family, they'd be crying tears of blood in envy.
—Drake swiftly pulled back before Scathach could catch him, as the broken bones of his fist regenerated in just one second.
A swirling, crimson fire appeared in his open palm, and he pointed his right palm towards Scathach, placed his other hand under his extended arm, and made the fire form into a large flaming sword before launching it directly at Scathach at a ridiculous speed.
—All of that happened in just three seconds in Scathach's eyes, but she stood still with a wide smile on her face.
BOOM
Though an explosion erupted in the air, neither Scathach nor her outfit were damaged.
But, she had an even wider smile spread across her cheeks; "HAHAHAHA!" She suddenly laughed, so loud that the sound of her laugher was a rumbling thunder. And just as she stopped laughing, she looked back at Drake and licked her lips sensually. "You never disappoint!"
Drake just chuckled at that before launching himself back at her with his elbow cocked behind his head, his body twisting aside, before giving his master a good punch.
...
Two Days Later...
And thus, twenty days passed, and twenty training sessions are over.
Scathach and Drake have been training non-stop for the past twenty days, yet they were also taking breaks occasionally every once in a while.
And today was one of those rare occasions.
Honestly, Drake never thought he'd give all his trust and respect to his kidnapper, and even call her his master and mentor and teacher. But, it is what it is. The soul bond they share was also making them more connected than ever.
It'd be a lie if Drake said he doesn't want to make love with his aunt/aunt-in-law, or shall he say his master.
Was it blind trust? Yes and No.
Is it a blind trust for Drake or anyone around him? No.
Why? Because he knows what's in their [his new family] mind and heart, and that obviously included Scathach.
....
Inside a luxurious bathroom made out of dark stone, yet looked more like a royal living room than a bathroom as it was huge.
He was just relaxing with his eyes closed, but, just like always, his mind drifted off to his "training" with his master.
'...A torture more than a training...'
Why did he think like that?
—Well... Forcing you to train non-stop for hours and without a break until a week passes surely is something abnormal, right? Especially for a newborn dragon like himself who was a human.
He's not going to mention how his body was forced to adapt to everything Scathach threw at him, as if he were a sponge absorbing liters of liquids more than he's limited for without spilling any drop.
It wasn't like he didn't want to act all tough and make her let go of him... But this woman he's with... is a Monster.
Not to mention that he was actually enjoying her training and her company...
'I will definitely beat her ass.'
Was this submission? No. Did he surrender easily? No.
He has a clear goal in his mind now: Beat this woman's ass.
He doesn't care how long it takes, how time-consuming it is, nor how he needs to put in too much effort.
He doesn't care at all.
He wants to beat her ass.
So he will beat those cheeks.
It doesn't matter how, he just wants to.
That was, his third base of motivation to grow stronger.
—But of course, he wasn't being irrational.
He knew what was in front of him wasn't just any woman, but a monster.
Actually all the women around him are monsters in the literal sense.
Even Azuraelle is a tiny monster, so was he.
How?
Apparently the floor in Tiamat's palace can withstand blows and powers that are equivalent to the most destructive atomic bombs and remain unscathed...
Yet, when he woke up, just his steps alone caused caused cracks in his new room's floor.
...A monster belong to their kin indeed.
His mind now drifted to his Azuraelle, his first woman.
He had spent more time with Azuraelle's aunt...
Drake sighed; "I will need to make it up to Azuraelle..." He muttered under his breath as his eyes looked down at the water in the bathtub.
He was sad. He recalled how felt Azuraelle's emotions just for a second before he was knocked unconscious by Scathach, and they were making his heart ache and clench even now. His heart was aching more painfully than the pain he had to endure in the brutal training he faced.
He knew she was unhappy and frustrated now, and he plans to make it up to her for as long as she wants.
However, Drake also felt happy because he has a woman like Azuraelle who cares so deeply for him.
Even her mother does, and Scathach too!
He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the bathtub.
"Although Scathach isn't open about it... yet." He chuckled lightly to himself.
"What am I not open about?"
....
Dark clouds loomed against a blood-red sky, where two moons hung high above — one stationed in the east, the other in the west
The one on the east was blue in color, the other on the west was red, and the eastern moon was glowing brighter than its counterpart.
Overlooking a huge, also dark city that looked medieval and strangely modern at the same time, with buildings made out of a strange dark material, though the roads were cobblestone.
People walking by were either dressed like maids, butlers, or like noble ladies and men.
Children were few, most were held by their guardians.
—But...
What set them apart from humans, were their pale skin and red eyes.
High above the ground in the city centre, was a tall and massive castle that looked more like a tower if judged by its design.
Stationed around the gates and walls were people clad in a black armor with a single long black plume on each one's helmet, flowing down to their backside.
They were guards, carrying a variety of weapons, with some carrying a long black crossbow, long swords or greatswords, or huge axes and halberds. While some were carrying short black swords, or spears and halberds, and shields
Though their faces were hidden by their helmets, with only darkness covering their features, but they had glowing red orbs within.
Inside the castle, sat the same man whose face was covered with a thick fog of darkness, or maybe shadow.
"My Lord." Said the man standing beside the throne, his face also covered by darkness.
The man sitting at the throne nodded his head, "Call for Alucard."
"..." The blond-haired man by the throne, who was wearing a suit like a butler, stood silent as he stared at his master.
"As you order. Master." But then he bowed, his hand placed on his chest in a gesture of obedience and respect.
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