Capítulo 16: Dairo Dragon
When I woke up, I began to decide my future plans.
Now I need to increase my training and go to Purgatory again, but with much more strength. Otherwise, at this rate, I will waste mana from those stones in vain. As I understand it, levels also do not decide the outcome of the battle. From this we can conclude that I need to improve my skills. But first I need to write a message to Milim, otherwise I have a feeling that if I don't send it, it will hurt me very much in the end.
After 5 minutes of writing, I still sent a letter to Milim that I would come to her in 7 hours.
- (Niva, you can remind me later after 5 hours of training to go to a meeting with Milim. ) - I said in my thoughts.
[OK, but know this, even if you're out of it, I'll only say it once!] - Said Niva loudly.
- (Are you offended with me for something?) I asked doubtfully.
[No, but it's time for you to remember yourself, something that is usually very difficult to forget. What a troublesome Host I have.] - Said Niva.
- (Hey! Of course, sometimes I forget a couple of things, but don't hint at my stupidity, I just have such a memory!) I said loudly in my thoughts.
[Aha, "you don't need to be smart to have power." Don't worry, I'll remind you, but I ask you to remember such things yourself in the future.] - Said Niva.
- (Is it really a teenage rebel growing up in you? Another hemorrhoid on my ass. Can I spit on training today and go on to sleep? No, my Father will kill me for this.) I said wearily in my thoughts. And I went to the training hall.
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Training hall.
When I arrived, my father was not there. But there was a man who looked like this: white hair, eyes covered with a bandage, his muscles were well developed, and his clothes looked old, but time-tested, as well as his sword looked old, but the feeling as if this sword can cut mountains does not disappear.
The man paid attention to me and said:
- Are you Meliodas Diablo? The Man asked without any changes in his voice and face.
- yes. - I answered almost automatically.
- My name is Dairo Drakson, I will be your fencing teacher from now on. I'll tell you right away, I won't babysit you and don't expect any indulgences. I was hired by your Father with one of these conditions, so don't expect respectful treatment. And now let's get started! Dairo said and ran at me. I reflexively tried to dodge the sword strike. But I didn't have time, his speed exceeds mine by a couple of times. And as a result, he inflicted a wound on my shoulder.
- Ugh!... Damn it, damn it! I shouted from the feeling of pain in my shoulder.
- Hmm... reflexes are too slow, and preparation for the unexpected is small. As for the pain, you don't have to try to influence my conscience, I know about your High regeneration, so you can either continue to complain about the pain, or take a sword and stand up! We have a lot of time for your training from a loser to a swordsman. Dyron said in a non-emotional tone.
- Well, okay, I'll show you who's the loser here! I said in an almost angry tone!
- Hmm... maybe you're not such a loser as I thought. If you don't go to your father to complain about me. Probably not all is lost. Come on, show me what kind of swordsman you are! Dairo said loudly and clearly.
I attacked him with my sword, which I took from the armory. By attacking him and trying to pierce him into more blind or vulnerable areas.
-*Tink*- My sword was blocked by his sword at the very last moment for him.
-*Clang* - I change the trajectory and attack already on the right knee from him. But he defended himself again at the last moment
-*Ding*-
-*Clang*-
-*Ding*-
-*Clang*-
I try to attack him in different movements and vulnerable places, but he parried every blow with my sword, and when I got almost 20 blows, he made a sharp blow to my shoulder, again! I quickly make a jump back and break the distance from us. I'm waiting for my High Regeneration to repair my shoulder.
- Weakly. Dyron said almost in a whisper, but I heard him.
- What? I asked, not understanding what he meant.
"I'm saying that you have a weak sword style, although you probably don't have one. Your blows are aimed only at piercing me or injuring me at the very least, but because of this it is easier to read you. Without a sword style, your sword isn't worth much in your hands. As for physical strength, you surprised me, but it's useless against me, as you noticed. You built your foundation incorrectly, you had to get your own style first, and then get physical strength. - Dyron gave me a lecture.
"What am I supposed to do now?" I asked uncertainly, but almost knowing what he would say.
- Let's go by the most ancient method of driving in knowledge. We will fight until you learn how to use the sword properly. And if not, we will awaken your instincts at the very least. And now I'm attacking! Dairo said and made a huge and fast dash in my direction, and his speed was like a bullet!
-*Whistle*-
-*Shh*- the sound of a cut on the skin
When 1-2 seconds had passed, I suddenly felt pain on my chest. I had a wound in a couple of seconds, but not a simple one, but almost deep, it would have touched my hearts a little more.
- I see, so this level is not for you yet. I'll have to teach you faster and much rougher and more painful. Dairo's voice said from behind me. When I looked at him, I noticed a frightening thing for me, there wasn't a drop of blood on his sword!
- God of demons, please give me strength. - I said, then fell to the floor with my back. - What kind of monster my Father sent me. I asked in a low murmur.
- Wow, so you're still conscious, so it's not your first deep wound. To be honest, without your high regeneration, it's unlikely we could have gone the rough way. So I hope my training methods won't surpass your high regeneration. Dairo said, and it seemed to me a little that he was mocking me.
- Another hemorrhoid on my ass. I said in a tired tone, continuing to wait for my regeneration to heal my chest.
- And don't tell me, I have to teach how to handle the sword of the Demon King's son, and I could be hunting monsters in the mountains right now. Dairo already said in the same tone as me. Oops, my tormentor and my colleague in misfortune, miracles!
- And why did you agree then? I can see that they would be willing to pay a lot of money for your skills. I asked Dairo.
- Yes, but I owed your Father in the past, so I'm repaying the debt, but I had to negotiate a couple of conditions. Otherwise, I won't be able to treat you gently like everyone else. Moreover, this is the only way my fighting style is taught. Dairo said. And now, at the same time, I wonder who could have come up with such a masochistic style? And it's scary what I have to go through now. Although I have seen such things that I will somehow break through.
- Well, the wound is almost healed, get up and let's repeat, but I advise you to cover your body with mana already. - Dairo said, and I didn't understand something.
- And what happens if I cover it on the body? I asked, trying to get up from the floor.
- Like what? Hasn't your father taught you that yet? Dyron asked, already with a note of doubt.
- This is the first time I've heard, I've only read about the cover on weapons in books. - I told the truth and I can almost stand on my feet.
- I see, so he decided not to burden you too much yet. He seems soft to his family. But he beat me half to death once and lectured me himself that he would not do any favors.- Dairo said in a sad tone, probably he and his Father did not share something - In general, you need to feel mana and imagine how it comes out through every part of your body, and then imagine how it becomes your armor. You probably haven't read the book on protective properties, but warriors and magicians use this method at once. This makes the protection several times better and stronger. But let's talk about it later. Now you have to survive through my training. "Dairo lectured me, and then attacked me again.
After 8 hours of training.
After so many wounds and almost losing consciousness, I still somehow managed to survive. And it looks like I was late for a meeting with Milim, I definitely won't live now. How dreary everything is, bad luck. I feel almost like Kamiji Toma, he has bad luck and complete hemorrhoids every day.
Of course, at the end of all this, I remembered to use an assessment on it, and what I saw showed the difference between us:
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{Status.}
[First and Last Name - Dayron Drakson ]
[Level - 95 ]
[Age - 276 ]
[Gender - Male]
[Demon/Dragon Race]
[Racial abilities - Demonic aura, partial demonic transformation, berserk, dragon scales, partial transformation into a dragon, dragon aura, dragon flame, fire element, wind element.]
[Abilities - wind movement[ur6], Tornado[ur2] dragon armor[ur3], Demonic armor[ur4], Echolocation[ur3], Sword Master Aura[ur4].]
[Skills - Sword Master[ur8], Kang-ji Sword Style[ur9], Sword domain[ur5], five senses[ur8], Sense Control[ur3], Mana Control[ur6], Wind control[ur4].]
{Features}
[Strength - 787 ]
[Dexterity - 551 ]
[Endurance - 44821/78055]
[Protection - 681 ]
[Mana - 21872/30500 ]
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Oops, so he's also a dragon, that's what I didn't expect, but you can't tell by the look of it. Although almost all races are similar to humans, since it's easier to fight and more comfortable to live.
I also noticed that I can't see the status of those above level 100.
Now Dairo Drakson has left the training hall, and I am slowly healing the wounds on my body. I was almost on the verge of losing at least one heart every time. Thank the god of demons, I was able to use dark matter at the last moment and somehow protect the hearts. Although I risked a lot, accidentally breaking my own heart.
After a long self-treatment, I went to the teleportation circle. But before that, my father told me to take three elite demon knights with me to guard my beloved. Well, I understand him, even though I'm going to play with an Archdemon, no matter how strange it sounds. But I need to be accompanied. After all, I'm not teleporting to her right away.
As my Father told me, Milim has her own region under her control, she lives there, and there is no teleportation circle there. There is more likely only for the transfer of objects, but for an ordinary living being, a circle is needed much stronger and more difficult.
Here I am now, after teleporting to the nearest city, waiting for the carriage to come and escort me to the Milim residence. This is also a hemorrhoid! I spent more than 2 hours of my time on this.
When I was almost at the gates of the Milim residence, someone threw a huge boulder at me! I managed to dodge, although the guards also helped, they were able to pull me towards them when he started falling from above. When I was about to get ready, I heard an evil voice in the sky.
- You're late! Someone shouted in the sky. When I was trying to take a closer look, suddenly whoever it was decided to crash into the ground with great speed.
-*Explosion* -
Now that I looked closer, I saw Milim's angry face and it seems to me that the guards are hardly ready to fight the Archdemon. Why do I still have normal people! Bad luck!
- Milim, give me a couple of minutes and I'll explain everything. It's not entirely my fault that I was late, I had a tren... - I tried to justify myself, but Milim decided to act like a normal demon who is half a step away from the Berserker mode. Namely, to hit me in the face with all his might.
-*Bam*- punch in the face.
At the last moment, or more precisely, when there was 10 cm between Milim's fist and my face, I covered my face with dark matter for protection, but as the difference in levels shows, this is pain... No, it HURTS! I crashed into trees and it looks like I was thrown about 300 meters away from them.
- (I think I really deserved it. We need to take a note, Niko... No, NEVER MAKE MILIM ANGRY! Well, or until I'm equal to her in strength, and so today I'm waiting for a dreary job.)- I mentally told myself, but Niva decided to tease me.
[Serves you right.] - Said Niva and disconnected. Yeah... the truth was told by my Father, women are both strange creatures and scary, sometimes.
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