After talking for hours with Leo, Prometheus returned to his room for this rest. He could finally blow, since his resurrection everything was going so fast. First, the quest for money that led to Prometheus stole burning sparrowhawk eggs, which they had then lost when he fled. Just after the flight of the eggs he had met the man who had made his scar on his left hand. He had also discovered that his mother had been abused by this man but he had also learned that all this was the fault of a man called the red king. After making these discoveries, Prometheus had to flee the scene. He had killed one man and burned one leg of another. Prometheus was even rather worried about the prospect of being sought by the courts. But thanks to Leo who collected Prometheus when he was unconscious after his escape, Prometheus had been able to rest and recover in part from his injuries. For two weeks Prometheus had nothing else to do but rest he couldn't even think, that was the major drawbacks of the invigoration spell for the used one had to concentrate fully on the spell and on nothing else. Prometheus had not really had time to think during these two weeks. Then after all these events and discoveries Prometheus had finally been able to meet Leo, a simple and benevolent man towards Prometheus. A kind of father figure that Prometheus would have fantasized about during his childhood.
But Prometheus was no longer a child, even though Leo was kind and disinterested, Prometheus preferred to stay on guard. After all, trusting was not so easy for Prometheus who had been betrayed during his previous life.
Prometheus was lying in his bed, thinking.
- What am I going to do....
Prometheus was trying to plan a plan of his actions. He had planned to join a magic school next year and had to plan what he would do during that year. Prometheus wanted revenge for his mother first and foremost. But for that to happen he had to get stronger to avoid ending up halfway through like last time. They therefore had to strengthen their bodies, by eating to obtain a healthy body but also by strengthening their muscles through exercise.
- Why not practice the art of the sword with Leo. He looked pretty powerful to me... with his help I could maybe become a knight magician... this would be a great help.
Prometheus had therefore planned to train with Leo during that year, then before leaving for a magic academy to find the man who had abused his mother as well as the so-called red king.
- Yes... I'll do that... what a good plan.
Prometheus smiled, he was lying on the bed when suddenly his eyelids started to get heavy. Before he could see he fell asleep.
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So four months passed. Prometheus' body had since taken a step forward and now seemed rather normal although a little thin. Prometheus had been training for two months in hand-to-hand combat as well as bow and sword handling. Prometheus had been hard pressed, because training in the practice of three different fighting styles was rather difficult. Prometheus had therefore broken down his training into equally distributed periods. On Monday and Tuesday Prometheus trained with Leo who taught him the basics of hand-to-hand combat. For a few weeks Leo had not trained Prometheus anymore but had him fight directly against recruits a little older than Prometheus. At first Prometheus was beaten in barely a minute, but now Prometheus was lasting longer, he had even succeeded in a fight. On Wednesday and Thursday Prometheus trained in bow handling. He did this with Nicolas, a bloody mercenary member. Nicolas was a very good teacher and a rather nice person, so Prometheus had no problem with him. Yet Prometheus was always very suspicious of this man, because his smell reminded him of blood. Then on Friday and Saturday Prometheus trained with Brutus in sword fighting. Brutus was a very stupid person, so stupid that his stupidity could probably be engraved in his genetic code. When Prometheus was training with Brutus there was no method or teaching just Brutus with a piece of wood and Prometheus avoiding it. First he told Prometheus to avoid hitting, then after a while he gave a stick to Prometheus and told him to retaliate. This method of teaching may have been barbaric, but it was still good. By dint of avoiding it, Brutus Prometheus' stick blow had finally become very gifted in the art of evasion, which, although despised, remained indispensable for all magus. Finally came Sunday. Considered as the day of rest by Christians. They had to believe that Prometheus was an atheist. On Sundays he did small mercenary missions, of course he was never alone he was always in a group of at least 5 people. He did missions such as escorting a merchant or protecting businesses.
It was noon, Prometheus was standing in front of his opponent. He was tall strong and seemed to want to crush Prometheus. On the side, Leo was watching them, then he said:
- Fight!!!
After hearing these words, the man rushed towards Prometheus like a bull seeing red. Prometheus remained calm and did not move. Once the man was less than fifty centimetres away from him, Prometheus made his first move. He lowered down and kicked his opponent's legs violently with a circular foot. The man jumped, but Prometheus did not give him time to react and kicked him in the face. Prometheus was standing with his leg up to the sky at least 70°. The man was on the ground with his nose bloody. Leo shouted.
- End of the fight!!! Prometheus, come with me.
Prometheus said thank you to his opponent and helped him to get up and then he left with Leo.
Leo and Prometheus were walking down the corridor of the red mansion. Prometheus did not really know where he was going, even though he had been getting used to the place for a long time. He found it strange and the fact that Leo, who was usually rather talkative and didn't say a word, only reinforced this feeling of strangeness. Leo stopped in front of a large port.
- Finally we arrived. Prometheus Bloody mercenary is not just a group of mercenaries. You have to see it to understand it better.