16 Three years Of Training

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

In the forest, the resounding attacks of a certain boy reverberated through the forest, each attack carried unfathomable amounts of power.

Arion, at eight years old, boasts a head of short, tightly coiled hair that frames his face in a neat and tidy manner. His hair, a rich and dark chestnut brown, contrasts beautifully against his smooth, brown skin, which carries a warm and healthy glow.

His eyes, a deep and warm shade of brown, sparkle with youthful energy and curiosity, reflecting the world around him with a sense of wonder and excitement. They are filled with an unmistakable brightness that hints at his intelligence and keen observation skills.

Arion's features are well-defined, with a strong jawline and a friendly, approachable smile that lights up his face. His cheeks carry a natural flush, giving him a lively and animated appearance that matches his energetic personality.

In terms of clothing, Arion prefers practical and comfortable attire that allows him to move freely during his training and adventures. He often wears lightweight tunics and trousers in earthy tones, with sturdy boots that are well-suited for exploration and outdoor activities.

In his hand, was an exquisite-looking longsword. Arion's longsword was a striking sight to behold, its blade gleaming with a dark, blood-red hue that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The metal itself appeared to drink in the light, casting deep shadows along its surface that only served to enhance its ominous beauty. Etched into the metal were ancient runes, their intricate designs weaving a tale of power and mystique. Each rune seemed to shimmer with a faint, ethereal glow, hinting at the potent magic imbued within the blade. As Arion wielded the sword, its weight felt balanced and sure in his grip, a potent tool ready to unleash its full potential at his command.

Arion was like a sapling reaching for the sky, his height a testament to the passage of time and the promise of growth. Standing proud and tall, he measured just over four feet, his form exuding a youthful energy that seemed to radiate from his very being. With each passing day, he seemed to stretch a little taller.

Arion's body was embued with a fiery aura, that seemed to radiate from his very being, casting a warm, orange glow around him. The flames danced and flickered, reflecting the intensity of his emotions as he prepared to face the challenges ahead. With each step he took, the aura pulsed with renewed vigor, as if fueled by his determination and resolve. It was a sight to behold, the young warrior surrounded by a swirling sea of fire, his presence commanding respect and awe from all who beheld him.

"Is this all you got," Arion said disappointed. Right now Arion was clashing with an orc chief

The orc chief growled in response, his own aura of brute strength emanating from his massive frame. He swung his massive axe with all his might, aiming to cleave Arion in two. But Arion was quick to react, his movements fluid and graceful as he danced around the orc's attacks with ease.

With a swift motion, Arion drew his dark blood-red longsword, its edges shimmering with ancient runes that seemed to pulse with power. With a deft flick of his wrist, he parried the orc's blow, the clash of metal ringing out across the battlefield.

The orc chief was furious. This human child had walked into his camp and wiped out all the orc elites, used some mysterious energy to instantly knock out the normal orcs, and now the Human dares to taunt him.

The orc couldn't take it anymore, it was at the peak of Tier 2 in terms of strength, yet he was being toyed with by a mere child. He couldn't even land a blow on the human.

Arion was taking this fight very lightly, it was his last day of Training with his parents from the last three years before he went off to a Training Camp. Even though it was more training Arion was more excited to finally get off this estate and compete with kids his own age and make some friends. Arion felt like he would become an awkward loner if he didn't leave soon.

The last three years had been rough on Arion. He hasn't had a single break since he started training with his parents, his days filled with rigorous exercises and combat drills. While he had made significant progress in honing his skills, there was a part of him that longed for something more, something beyond the confines of the estate.

As the orc's frustration reached its peak, it let out a primal roar and charged at Arion with renewed ferocity. But Arion was ready. With a swift movement, he sidestepped the orc's attack and delivered consecutive slashes to the orc's body, cutting off all its limbs.

"Enough," Arion said firmly, his voice cutting through the chaos of the battlefield. "It's time to finish off my collection."

With the orc now immobile and weakened Arion walked up to the orc's body and placed his hand on its chest

The orc started to yell in pain and tried its hardest to squirm away from Arion, but It was useless because it had no limbs, and Arion had no intention of letting the orc get away.

This was a perfect opportunity for Arion to use one of the new skills he created during the last three years. This was one of the few times Arion's parents weren't watching him directly during his time in the forest as they had other business to attend to, and they knew just how strong the current Arion was, and as long as he didn't go where he wasn't supposed to he would be fine.

Right now the new skill Arion was using was called Soul Devastation. which allowed Arion to take the souls and traits of a weakened enemy and store them, pair that with his other skill Soul Construction, it allowed Arion to take these souls and create new life. Arion has yet to use Soul Construction as the number of souls he had was only a few and of very low quality in his eyes.

The reason Arion couldn't get that many souls was that he was always being watched by his parents, and didn't want to reveal the skill just yet.

Arion's eyes glowed with fierce determination as he channeled his power into the orc's body, drawing out its soul with precision and skill. The orc's cries grew louder, its essence struggling against Arion's grasp, but he held firm, his focus unwavering.

With a surge of energy, Arion extracted the orc's soul and stored it within himself, adding it to his ever-growing collection.

As the process completed, Arion released his hold on the orc's body, watching as it slumped lifelessly to the ground. He took a moment to catch his breath, the exertion of the skill taking its toll on him.

'This skill has crazy stamina cost,' Arion thought. his breathing becoming a little unstable.

But there was no time to rest. With the orc defeated and its soul now in his possession, Arion's thoughts turned to his next challenge.

'System'

Arion Ravenheart

Talents: Blacksmith, Adaptive Learner, Diamond body

Points: 360

Mana Core Stage: initial Tier 3

Strength: 90

Agility: 95 (Changed)

Vitality: 155 (Changed)

Intelligence: 70

Wisdom: 75

Charisma: 11

Mana: 90

Aura: 90

Force:90

Ki: 330(capped)

Elements: Light, Fire

Abilities: [Passive Collect(passive), Aura Concealment(passive), Rapid Recovery(passive), Dash, Ki Absorption(Active), Ki sense(passive), Bestow(Active), Soul Devastion(Active), Soul Construction(Active), Appraisal(Active), Alchemist(Active), Diamond body(passive) ]