11 Mozti
Tarnton Academy was the biggest military academy of Yoahan. It could simultaneously hold and train millions of students. An academy like this ensured the endless supply of soldiers that would be deployed into war. Most importantly, it was built to provide the Empire its endless military expansion. It was not a surprise for a Nation like the Empire of Jadase to have this kind of academy. Also, the Bizir Galaxy was now entering its 167th Millenia of Galactic War.
On the Academy's western grounds, thousands of young Jadasians and ILI's do all kinds of military training. The cold spring breeze blew gently making some dried leaves to flew high up in the air. Though, it never made the trainees feel comfortable. Some of them were pulling round objects the size of a three-meter boulder that was tied on their waist. Others performed complex military stances and summoned some basic spells that they learned in the academy. Everyone was panting and sweating profusely but they didn't stop what they were doing.
Six young Jadasian men chose to train their battle prowess inside a fighting arena. Each of them tried their best to attack and protect themselves. Thus, it garnered hundreds of audiences who were now witnessing a spectacle. Each magical spells that were summoned were powerful in their own ways. The fighting ring blooms with colors.
In the center of a training ground, which garnered an even more audience. A young man who wore tattered white clothes carried a 500 Netur boulder in his hands. He was carrying this boulder under the heat of the sun for almost two hours already. His face was now red and some of his veins were now bulging. He gritted his teeth tightly to carry the boulder with his last remaining might. Obviously, he was on the verge of collapsing but if he gave up carrying the boulder, for sure he will be squashed like a pulp.
1 Netur was equivalent to 2 kilograms; therefore this young man was carrying a 1,000-kilogram boulder with his bare hands.
"Now you know how to respect your Seniors, kid?!" asked a tall middle-aged man in front of him. Both of this man's wings were spreading in a stunning sight which only added to his furious looks.
"I never did say something bad, Senior. It's true that you have a scar in your face. I don't see any problem with that," replied the young man arduously. He would never regret saying what he had commented on the face of this scarred man. When the scarred man heard what this kid had said to him, he was about to explode. He found that this kid's mouth was truly without limit and was fearless!
"Dare to say that again, kid! The next time you see yourself will be in hell!" the scarred man shouted at him furiously.
"You...have...a...scar...on...your...face," exclaimed the young man enunciating every single word that came out of his mouth. The scarred man constricted both of his eyes when he heard it.
"Those were your last words, kid! DIE!!!!" He shouted and slashed his right silver wings full force.
"What's the matter in here, Deisham?"
Deisham was in the middle of slashing his wings on this fearless kid in front of him when he was interrupted by an archaic voice behind him. Deisham really wanted to kill this kid because he never liked someone commenting on his face especially those who don't know their limits. Even the First Prince never commented anything about the scar on his face.
Deisham met this kid when he entered the Academy. Everyone, especially the Pedagogues treated him with at most respect, in the sense that they were like ants in front of his blazing stature. However, this kid not only approached him to ask where is the Administration Building of the Academy, but he also addressed him as, "Mr. Scar Old Man"?! That made Deisham burst in anger that could topple a mountain with his surging displeasure. On top of that, this young man looked at him as a cute little pug when he as a venerated General is a blazing star! Where is justice in there?! With his status alone, he could destroy a single planet and eliminate every living being with it! Then this young man do those unconceivable attitudes in front of him! This is madness...
Deisham not only pulled back his wings inside his body but also hid his boiling displeasure to kill the young man. He turned and bowed respectfully towards Laquadia. "My Prince, this kid's mouth is devious! He deserved to be punished, even be killed!" Deisham blurted out full of irritation. If only the Jadasian who approached him was not the First Prince, his wings had already landed on the young man's body and made it a lump of mangled meat flying in midair.
Amazement was written all over Laquadia's face when he heard what Deisham had said. He knew that his friend was a man of composure. There were only two things that made Deisham lost his calmness, battle and the scar on his face. He knew the latter was the reason why. Without caring what his General had said, he faced the young man and asked, "What's your name?"
"I can't tell my name if you don't get this boulder out of my hands," he responded tiredly.
When Laquadia heard the young man's reply, he laughed full of interest. 'This kid was truly shameless, dauntless and never know how to respect any individual he faced,' thought Laquadia. He casually raised his hand and made a grasping motion toward the boulder and crushed it in mid-air. When the young man saw what the First Prince had done, he was like a kid looking at a dog in a circus doing some tricks. When Laquadia saw how the young man looked at him, he nearly loses his footing. He's the First Prince of the Empire and the King of Yoahan. A sovereign man before the Emperor, while this kid looked at him like that?! Laquadia couldn't stop his blood to boil with interest. This young man was really interesting.
Laquadia tried to read the young man's mind when he realized that he couldn't go through it. There was a strong barrier protecting him. However, due to the young man's lacking power, Laquadia could still get some minor details wasting nearly ninety percent of his power. As was stated, only a minor detail. Laquadia draw a devious smile on his face when he learned of the young man's peculiarity. Laquadia gave his all to reinforce his remaining spiritual energy. He couldn't believe that this young man could make him a sluggish worm devoid of energy by just doing a casual move.
"Thank you. My name is Efsayah Mozti Shriem. You can call me Mozti, my Prince," he said and offered his right hand towards the First Prince. But was instantly dismayed when the First Prince ignored him. Mozti saw how the color of the First Prince's eyes changed from blue to red.
"Your Spirit is only at the beginning of completing the first star," said Laquadia displeased. However, inside, he was perplexed that this was the only information he got after wasting a lot of spiritual energy. Of course, he didn't want to let the other party know that. "3 full Stars Spirit Power was the minimum requirement to enter the Military Academy. Explain yourself," Laquadia ordered more of casual talk. There's no other reason for Laquadia to not conclude that this young man in front of him had done something suspicious to be in here.
Mozti scratched his head and explained naively, "My Prince, I'm not a trainee yet. Actually, I'm here to apply for that but this Mr. Scar Old Man dragged me here to lift a boulder."
Laquadia nearly vomited blood when he heard the young man's "simple" explanation. Oh, that's why. Where in the world did he get suspicious about this young man? He thinks that he becomes a journalist hungry of a good catch. In the end, he becomes the laughingstock because of his incorrect premonitions.
Mozti had the power to lift a 500 Netur with his bare hands at a single star spirit power. That kind of weight could only be carried by at least 3 full star spirit power Jadasian Theurgist. It was rare in the Kingdom to have this kind of strength in its younger generations. This was what any Nation needed to have a stable future.
"My Prince, can I ask what's your Spirit is at?" asked Mozti shamelessly. He understood it was disrespectful to ask someone's Spirit but he was curious about the First Prince's power. Mozti also wanted to know if what was the highest Spirit Power Jadasians could achieve. If he knew it, that would become his new goal in the path of being powerful.
"You..." Deisham nearly slapped the shameless Jadasian in front of him if only Laquadia didn't stop him. It was enough to insult him with his scar. However, it was too much to ask someone about their spiritual power. As a Jadasian, it was unethical to ask a fellow Jadasian about their Spirit Power. Actually, this was a taboo in the Empire. Deisham found out that "shameless" was not enough to define Mozti.
"Oh, you really are curious. My Spirit Power is at the Paramount Divine God," replied Laquadia casually. After he answered Mozti, he and Deisham immediately went to inspect the trainees that would be graduating soon and be deployed to war.
"Paramount Divine God?" repeated Mozti without any sound coming out from his mouth. In his life, he only knew that Paramount Magus was the highest Spirit Power in the Empire. Today, Mozti was shocked to learn that the First Prince's Spirit was higher than that. Mozti wanted to ask the Spirit Power of the Emperor but before he could, he realized that he was the only Jadasian left in the center of the academy.
Mozti was at the beginning of completing his first star but there was still the 2nd all the way to the 5th star that he needed to achieve before stepping at the Caster's Spirit Power. After the Caster's Spirit Power was the General's or the Magistrate's (whichever he wanted to) then the Supreme Spirit Power. But of course, he knew that achieving a Supreme Spirit Power would take him hundreds of years. But now, he had a new goal and that was to become a Paramount Divine God.
"Sigh," the only thing he said after pondering the vastness of the Spirits. He still had a long way to go before achieving his goals. At that moment, he promised himself that he wanted to get stronger like the Prince in front of him.
On the Academy's western grounds, thousands of young Jadasians and ILI's do all kinds of military training. The cold spring breeze blew gently making some dried leaves to flew high up in the air. Though, it never made the trainees feel comfortable. Some of them were pulling round objects the size of a three-meter boulder that was tied on their waist. Others performed complex military stances and summoned some basic spells that they learned in the academy. Everyone was panting and sweating profusely but they didn't stop what they were doing.
Six young Jadasian men chose to train their battle prowess inside a fighting arena. Each of them tried their best to attack and protect themselves. Thus, it garnered hundreds of audiences who were now witnessing a spectacle. Each magical spells that were summoned were powerful in their own ways. The fighting ring blooms with colors.
In the center of a training ground, which garnered an even more audience. A young man who wore tattered white clothes carried a 500 Netur boulder in his hands. He was carrying this boulder under the heat of the sun for almost two hours already. His face was now red and some of his veins were now bulging. He gritted his teeth tightly to carry the boulder with his last remaining might. Obviously, he was on the verge of collapsing but if he gave up carrying the boulder, for sure he will be squashed like a pulp.
1 Netur was equivalent to 2 kilograms; therefore this young man was carrying a 1,000-kilogram boulder with his bare hands.
"Now you know how to respect your Seniors, kid?!" asked a tall middle-aged man in front of him. Both of this man's wings were spreading in a stunning sight which only added to his furious looks.
"I never did say something bad, Senior. It's true that you have a scar in your face. I don't see any problem with that," replied the young man arduously. He would never regret saying what he had commented on the face of this scarred man. When the scarred man heard what this kid had said to him, he was about to explode. He found that this kid's mouth was truly without limit and was fearless!
"Dare to say that again, kid! The next time you see yourself will be in hell!" the scarred man shouted at him furiously.
"You...have...a...scar...on...your...face," exclaimed the young man enunciating every single word that came out of his mouth. The scarred man constricted both of his eyes when he heard it.
"Those were your last words, kid! DIE!!!!" He shouted and slashed his right silver wings full force.
"What's the matter in here, Deisham?"
Deisham was in the middle of slashing his wings on this fearless kid in front of him when he was interrupted by an archaic voice behind him. Deisham really wanted to kill this kid because he never liked someone commenting on his face especially those who don't know their limits. Even the First Prince never commented anything about the scar on his face.
Deisham met this kid when he entered the Academy. Everyone, especially the Pedagogues treated him with at most respect, in the sense that they were like ants in front of his blazing stature. However, this kid not only approached him to ask where is the Administration Building of the Academy, but he also addressed him as, "Mr. Scar Old Man"?! That made Deisham burst in anger that could topple a mountain with his surging displeasure. On top of that, this young man looked at him as a cute little pug when he as a venerated General is a blazing star! Where is justice in there?! With his status alone, he could destroy a single planet and eliminate every living being with it! Then this young man do those unconceivable attitudes in front of him! This is madness...
Deisham not only pulled back his wings inside his body but also hid his boiling displeasure to kill the young man. He turned and bowed respectfully towards Laquadia. "My Prince, this kid's mouth is devious! He deserved to be punished, even be killed!" Deisham blurted out full of irritation. If only the Jadasian who approached him was not the First Prince, his wings had already landed on the young man's body and made it a lump of mangled meat flying in midair.
Amazement was written all over Laquadia's face when he heard what Deisham had said. He knew that his friend was a man of composure. There were only two things that made Deisham lost his calmness, battle and the scar on his face. He knew the latter was the reason why. Without caring what his General had said, he faced the young man and asked, "What's your name?"
"I can't tell my name if you don't get this boulder out of my hands," he responded tiredly.
When Laquadia heard the young man's reply, he laughed full of interest. 'This kid was truly shameless, dauntless and never know how to respect any individual he faced,' thought Laquadia. He casually raised his hand and made a grasping motion toward the boulder and crushed it in mid-air. When the young man saw what the First Prince had done, he was like a kid looking at a dog in a circus doing some tricks. When Laquadia saw how the young man looked at him, he nearly loses his footing. He's the First Prince of the Empire and the King of Yoahan. A sovereign man before the Emperor, while this kid looked at him like that?! Laquadia couldn't stop his blood to boil with interest. This young man was really interesting.
Laquadia tried to read the young man's mind when he realized that he couldn't go through it. There was a strong barrier protecting him. However, due to the young man's lacking power, Laquadia could still get some minor details wasting nearly ninety percent of his power. As was stated, only a minor detail. Laquadia draw a devious smile on his face when he learned of the young man's peculiarity. Laquadia gave his all to reinforce his remaining spiritual energy. He couldn't believe that this young man could make him a sluggish worm devoid of energy by just doing a casual move.
"Thank you. My name is Efsayah Mozti Shriem. You can call me Mozti, my Prince," he said and offered his right hand towards the First Prince. But was instantly dismayed when the First Prince ignored him. Mozti saw how the color of the First Prince's eyes changed from blue to red.
"Your Spirit is only at the beginning of completing the first star," said Laquadia displeased. However, inside, he was perplexed that this was the only information he got after wasting a lot of spiritual energy. Of course, he didn't want to let the other party know that. "3 full Stars Spirit Power was the minimum requirement to enter the Military Academy. Explain yourself," Laquadia ordered more of casual talk. There's no other reason for Laquadia to not conclude that this young man in front of him had done something suspicious to be in here.
Mozti scratched his head and explained naively, "My Prince, I'm not a trainee yet. Actually, I'm here to apply for that but this Mr. Scar Old Man dragged me here to lift a boulder."
Laquadia nearly vomited blood when he heard the young man's "simple" explanation. Oh, that's why. Where in the world did he get suspicious about this young man? He thinks that he becomes a journalist hungry of a good catch. In the end, he becomes the laughingstock because of his incorrect premonitions.
Mozti had the power to lift a 500 Netur with his bare hands at a single star spirit power. That kind of weight could only be carried by at least 3 full star spirit power Jadasian Theurgist. It was rare in the Kingdom to have this kind of strength in its younger generations. This was what any Nation needed to have a stable future.
"My Prince, can I ask what's your Spirit is at?" asked Mozti shamelessly. He understood it was disrespectful to ask someone's Spirit but he was curious about the First Prince's power. Mozti also wanted to know if what was the highest Spirit Power Jadasians could achieve. If he knew it, that would become his new goal in the path of being powerful.
"You..." Deisham nearly slapped the shameless Jadasian in front of him if only Laquadia didn't stop him. It was enough to insult him with his scar. However, it was too much to ask someone about their spiritual power. As a Jadasian, it was unethical to ask a fellow Jadasian about their Spirit Power. Actually, this was a taboo in the Empire. Deisham found out that "shameless" was not enough to define Mozti.
"Oh, you really are curious. My Spirit Power is at the Paramount Divine God," replied Laquadia casually. After he answered Mozti, he and Deisham immediately went to inspect the trainees that would be graduating soon and be deployed to war.
"Paramount Divine God?" repeated Mozti without any sound coming out from his mouth. In his life, he only knew that Paramount Magus was the highest Spirit Power in the Empire. Today, Mozti was shocked to learn that the First Prince's Spirit was higher than that. Mozti wanted to ask the Spirit Power of the Emperor but before he could, he realized that he was the only Jadasian left in the center of the academy.
Mozti was at the beginning of completing his first star but there was still the 2nd all the way to the 5th star that he needed to achieve before stepping at the Caster's Spirit Power. After the Caster's Spirit Power was the General's or the Magistrate's (whichever he wanted to) then the Supreme Spirit Power. But of course, he knew that achieving a Supreme Spirit Power would take him hundreds of years. But now, he had a new goal and that was to become a Paramount Divine God.
"Sigh," the only thing he said after pondering the vastness of the Spirits. He still had a long way to go before achieving his goals. At that moment, he promised himself that he wanted to get stronger like the Prince in front of him.
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