Comfortable Prison

Around a hundred yards away from the estate I was laying down on the emerald grass after our recent session. In front of me Michael stood calmly observing me.

A year ago I had asked the count for permission to leave and look for more rare beast parts. I had been adamant on my request to go. Leon seeing my determination decided to give in but with a few conditions.

The first had me forge at least 200 swords for his men, I had already completed this task.

The second was the most troublesome, even now I still struggled. But I was getting closer I could feel it.

To gain my freedom I had to win a fight with Michael, there was no rules except no lethal force.

Over the year I had gradually increased my other stats to at least catch up to Michael's incredible speed and reaction. But still even after my Dexterity had gone over the 50th mark, the man could still speed blitz me.

At this point I truly believe Michael had some sixth sense that allowed him to predict things that were almost impossible see normally.

Throughout our time training I had seen him do shit that would make the metrix jealous of his reaction.

"Are we done for the day."

"No, I just need moment."

I sat up after a few moments later before I stood back up, four swords rose around me.

"Am ready."

With a scoff Michael shimmered before disappearing from his position.

Two great swords flickered with the same speed heading to the blurred figure.

Michael like the freaking monster he was easily deflected them before reaching my front.

Sword raised I crushed into his. Strength wise I was stronger than Michael, but he knew that, with great fluidity Michael deflected my sabre again before spinning to my left. I knew what was to come so with a simple thought my two other swords floating ten metres high above me moved to stop him.

'his aiming for my neck again.' One of my swords aimed to parry his blade while the other was aimed for his chest. My reflexes were vastly slower than his I knew I couldn't turn in time so I could only slightly turn my head before directing my swords.

Michael seeing this, decided to give up attacking and opted for a defence again, easily he deflects both swords before going back on the offense.

As the stab gets closer I chose to use the blade in hand to move away from him, a pull comes from the blade and lifts me forward. I move my two great swords in position again but it's too late, I feel a cold sensation on my stomach and looking down I see a Michaels cold glare and his blade laying flat on my abdomen.

"Fuck!"

"why do you blink? Every single second counts in a fight especially against faster opponent! Don't blink."

I could only sigh, Michael was just a monster.

'Just you wait, by next year I will be wiping your ass.'

I had four kids running around and five still cooking in their respective ovens so the amount of points I was gaining was much better than before, at this late I expect my magic stat to go up to the 40's.

Currently I had increased all 4 dimensions of my status and now they looked like this.

STR 40>55

DEX 45>55

WIS 43>50

MGK 31>32

SP: 60

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Back when I had started my training plan with Michael I had found that my multi tasking ability was very limited, at first I could use two floating swords and they had to be on the smaller side, but now I could control four plus the one in hand, which made it five.

I had been hoping for a single win with my now improved strength and speed, but as you saw, I was still a bit off.

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Another year goes by and once again I stood before Michael for the hundredth time.

"Let's get this over with, I've got a very horny Kevustus lady back home."

"Don't worry, this will probably be our last bout."

Due to Michael's fighting style the battle would end in less than a minute. He was that fast... And I was catching up.

"Hah, sure."

With that said we both got in position, and...

The first to make a move was obviously me. A sword flew past me aiming for Michaels chest.

With great ease he parried it away before sprinting forward, I got ready to receive his deceiving attacks while making my own.

Like always our clash lead to Michael's loss and subsequent deflection, but before he could make his next move the sword that had shot out first came back aiming for his back.

With an absurd reaction he side stepped away from the attack before planning for another assault.

With Michael out of the way the previous sword was now aimed for me. With a casual turn to Michael, the sword did the same.

I could see the surprise in Michael's eyes, and then they changed, his eyes tended to get tense when he got serious.

'That cold glare.'

I knew this was it, I would either lose or win. With that in mind I decided to get serious as well. My vision cleared as I felt the hold on each one of my blades tighten.

With a sonic boom Michael was coming. But milliseconds later four more booms were heard.

I had squandered every point I had gotten into magic for this and now I was about to find out if it was worth it.

As Michael approached my swords charged forth. The first to alive were my two great swords that slashed at him, with absolute precision Michael simply batted them away before moving forward.

My double edged swords came next with piecing speed, he simply avoided them by going low and sliding under them. With no more obstructions I was Easy picking... That's what Michael probably thought, but alas I wasn't done yet.

I could feel the massive drain of mana within me as each sword suddenly stopped before moving back at double the speed, the great sword slashed in front of Michael making him make a sudden turn, as he moved left two blades moved in, one for his legs the other for his neck.

Michael seeing this made a slight jump before folding his body and avoid both blades, but sadly for him I had one more blade to my disposal.

The last great sword came in crutch as it made Michael stop in his tracks, unable to continue moving he had no choice but to fight.

'Gotcha!'

Michael knew I couldn't fight him up close with my clumsy sword technique, that's why he would always aim to get close to me. My speed was already close to his but my control over my weapons was always the problem, but not anymore.

I stood a short distance away from the fighting, the clear metallic sound rang around the clearing, whirlwinds whipping my clothes around. As I stood my focus remained on each one of blades, my eyes darting at every swing of Michael's sword.

The movement of my attacks where lacklustre, lacking any grace or technique to them, but what I lacked in style I made up in control and speed.

Soon an opening presented itself as Michael lifted his sword to slash at one of my great swords, position my smaller double edged behind him I aimed for his neck.

But before my blade can rest on his neck he swiftly changed motion ducking the incoming attack before suddenly busting towards me.

'a fucking faint!'

As I realise this Michael is already in front of me ready to make his killing blow, with no choice I decide to wager on the sabre in hand.

The left behind sabre stays afloat before slashing at Michael's face, he bends backwards barely avoiding the attack.

Looking at the sabre flying off into my hand again, he can't help but grunt in annoyance. the four swords that had appeared in front of him were poised to fight once more.

"Fine you can have this one."

Suddenly Michael said as he walked off to the estate, looking at his figure I also notice a group of people watching, my children, wife and maid stood there looking dumbfounded at me and Michael.

Looking further back I notice the count and a few other people looking this way.

The first to break the silence was the now six year old Amethyst.

"mother did father win?"

Sana doesn't reply to her, but the now close Michael smiles and says.

"Yes, you father is getting stronger every year."

With a bitter expression Michael admits.

"Yay, father won."

She screams before running towards me. The realisation took a few seconds to settle in before a huge grin spread on my face, I happily grab the approach Amethyst off the ground before throwing her into the air.

Little Jacob junior waddles over as well and I happily play around with them.

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Sitting on the stairs behind the estate with a glass of lemonade in hand, I had a huge grin on my face. After all I had long figured out that the second condition was rigged against me after all who new when the next chance of freedom would come. And it was only a matter of time till I won if not today then next year.

Am finally going out of this comfortable prison.

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