Another teacher
(-March 1, 2061/ 12:08 PM/ Current location: Auction House-)
[Charles: We better leave John.]
[John: I agree. This is not going to look good.]
John and Charles left the Auction house.
They both converse while walking back to their vehicles.
[Charles: While I was ignoring the world below, did anything major happen?]
[John: A lot. First off, the Vanidicus Industry's Exoskeleton Performance Enhancer (E.P.E) is owned by every nation's military department. This jump boosted Vanidicus Industry fame and wealth as well as achieving the favors of every large military of every country.]
[Charles: The second?]
[John: There is an unknown race that has been appearing all over the world. We don't know anything about them yet but their strength can be compared to a small private army.]
[Charles: How did you know that?]
[John: I have informants. Very capable ones.]
[Charles: And the third?]
[John: The other races are starting to have aggression. The Elven race and the Beastman race have become hostile with each other.]
[Charles: That was quick. I thought it'd be another 5 years for that to happen.]
[John: I thought so too but it was so sudden that I'm baffled by their arrogance.]
[Charles: Elves are known for their knowledge and age. With their superiority complex, they'll be discriminating against other races. On the other hand, Beastman are savages who like to do battle. I don't know if they're willing to save each other but.]
Charles methodically fiddles with his necklace.
[Charles: We can only hope that they could be better than this.]
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(-Meanwhile at the Auction House-)
[Anastasia: Is that it?]
As she says while standing in piles of dead bodies. The Nobles begged for their lives, fearing that it would be taken from them.
[Auctioneer: Please don't kill me. I'll do anything.]
Anastasia with disappointment in her eyes.
[Anastasia: How did your kind sink this low? This is what you all get for being spineless.]
Anastasia placed her hands to the ground and cast her magic.
[Anastasia: {Infigens Int Vlad!}]
Gigantic rods with a width of 3 inches that embodies the element of darkness, emerged from the ground piercing every part of the body of everyone inside the Auction house.
Joints, nerves, bones, not a single part is an exception to the bloodbath of Anastasia Kidoly E. Mcdowell.
It showered like rain in the meadows, depicting Christ's grief.
The rods retract back to the ground to where it came out of.
Anastasia gazes at her clothes full of blood.
[Anastasia: Ah, I'm soaked. I can't be seen like this can I?]
Anastasia filters out the blood from her clothing with magic.
She seems so used to it or rather she is satisfied.
I'm being myself again. How long has it been since I enjoyed ending another's existence? 20 years? Or maybe even later than that.
She filters the blood out of her clothes.
Anastasia formed the blood into an orb. She opened her mouth and devoured it whole.
She walks out of the Auction House and the two people she knows are waiting for her in the car.
The bodyguard opened the door and she went inside.
[Charles: Did you have fun?]
[Anastasia: Not in the slightest. They were the most amateur of amateurs.]
[John: Just what are you?]
Anastasia placed her pointing finger to her lips.
[Anastasia: It's a secret.]
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(-12:30 PM/ Current location: Charles's mansion-)
John is sipping tea while Charles is giving out important information.
[Charles: I adopted a kid recently.]
John spat out his tea that he's been drinking.
[Charles: What the? Something wrong?]
[John: I never thought you'd adopt a kid when we're preparing for another magical war.]
[Charles: I just want you to teach him about combat and what not to do. It won't be that hard.]
[John: You made things like this sound so easy but I'm not opposing it. I'll teach the kid everything I know.]
[Charles: His name is Mordred.]
[John: Right and?]
[Charles: He's training by himself right now. Why don't you check on him. You might find something intriguing about him.]
John places his tea cup on the table.
[John: I'll check on him.]
John left the office and looked for the training grounds.
(-21 minutes later-)
(-12:21 PM/ Current location: Mansion garage-)
While trying to find the training grounds, John got lost and ended up in the garage.
Jesus Christ! This place is a maze.
He only has 2 cars in his garage. One for transportation and the other for escape.
John walks back up the stairs and wanders around to luckily find the training grounds.
(-25 minutes later-)
(-12:46 PM/ Current location: Mansion training grounds-)
He finally finds the training grounds of the mansion after walking around like a lunatic for 25 minutes.
John sits down and lies at the wall where behind it is where Mordred is training.
He hears a short push on the ground followed by a loud thud with the accompanying sound of dust flying, over and over again.
For some reason it made him angry. His hand clenched and his face showing frustration.
John dashes at Mordred with blinding speed. He came running in like a train, full speed while yelling.
[John: You Idiot!]
He punched Mordred in the head and sent him tumbling and hitting the wall.
[John: That's not how you do flash step, you amateur!]
[Mordred: Who in the world?]
Mordred stands up unharmed.
[Mordred: Is that what it's called? Flash step?]
[John: Flash step is about making it hard for your opponent to see your moves. Not make tracks and dust flying.]
As he says while pointing at it.
[John: Just watch me.]
John positions his body in a way that will let him use Flash step easily.
He then disappears from Mordred's sight.
Mordred turns his head to multiple directions just so he could find him.
He sees him on the wall appearing and disappearing to another section or on the ground.
To Mordred, It's like seeing a Lag in real life.
He drops down in front of Mordred and stops. John even with his large body can withstand G forces 9 or above and look completely fine.
And his stamina.
To do it multiple times without rest is remarkable.
[John: Did you learn the Flash step recently?]
[Mordred: No. I didn't know it was a flash step. I just saw my teacher doing it and I tried copying it.]
[John: I get it now. You tried performing it without guidance.]
[Mordred: Who are you and why are you teaching me?]
John smiles pridefully
[John: My name is John. I'm your Close-quarters combat teacher.]