11 Another Routine Day
In the middle of a field a young teen in an orange battle robe with a staff is battling a sword wielding metallic puppet. The puppet raised the sword up high to strike at its crouched opponent. The teen with the staff noticed the fierce strike coming down on him and realized that he has no time to dodge. He clinched his staff in both hands and raised it above his head to meet the sword mid-strike. Surprisingly, the sword stopped upon meeting the wooden staff. No dent, crack, or scratch was made.
The teen let go of the staff with his left hand and took one step to his right. As he was stepping to the right, he slid his right hand towards the middle of the staff and placed his left hand next to his right. The teen stood up and swung down with the staff hitting the sword into the dirt before spinning around and letting his hands slid down his hands until he caught it at the very edge. While spinning, the teen crouched down to hit the back of the puppets knee joints at the same time. This hit caused the puppet to fall onto its knees. A big arching swing of the staff aimed towards the puppets neck caused its head to fall off and roll on the ground. Arbor placed his staff onto the back of his robe and walked towards Ashleil.
"Congratulations Arbor, it only took you four months to finally beat that puppet," Ashliel joked, "How many meridians do you have opened now?"
"If you didn't increase its strength by two levels every time I make a breakthrough, I could have already beat it. What level is it going to be at next? The first level of the kaholo realm?" Arbor retorted.
"How else do you expect to get to the top of your class? Now answer me, how many meridians do you have open?" Ashliel pressed.
"I have opened all of the meridians in my legs and the two in my head. So you tell me, how many is that?"
"Are you getting smart with me you little shit? Do you even know how to count?" Ashleil jibbed.
"I was actually testing you. Its forty-four you old hag." Arbor sneered. After he said this he took off running towards the direction of the entrance of the first level area, because he knew what was coming next.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME? GET BACK HERE YOU INCOMPETENT SCOUNDREL" Asliel raged.
A mere fifty feet separated Arbor before an enormous pressure descended upon Arbor causing him to fall flat on the ground. Arbor struggled for minutes to move even the slightest bit, when a soft playful voice entered his ear, "My, my, what do we have here? An undisciplined disciple? When will he ever learn? Your speed has increased 10% from last time."
Arbor could only grunt in response due to the pressure holding him down.
"Oh what was that darling? I did not catch that. Take that dick out of your mouth and say that again." Ashleil quipped. "Come on now, its time to go discipline you." Arbor let out a couple ferocious grunts as he was lifted into the air and brought away.
In the surrounding area, many students stood unaffected by the scene that unfolded before their eyes. About every week and a half, similar scenes would occur. After the two left the scene, some students entered the first level area while others lingered and discussed what happened.
"Who are those two?"
"I've asked around and have only got vague answers. No conclusive answers."
"I heard that those two are the degenerates of the school. She is an elder that has been cast aside because of her personal habits. You can imagine what that entails. Also, she forced that kid to be her disciple."
When Ashleil returned to her courtyard she tossed Arbor into a medicinal bath to heal the mild injuries he sustained from her disciplining him. Half an hour later Arbor got out of the tub and started to walk in the same direction he fled towards earlier. Arbor stopped at the front gate to take a deep breath. This is the worst part of his day.
After the first month of being Ashliel's disciple, Arbor had started her training program. The walk to and from the gates that separated the first level and where he is now, is laced with a formation that gradually increases the gravity on Arbor each day. This was the second program implemented behind Arbor's daily fights with the puppet.
The distance between the two gates is approximately four thousand feet, if they were on level ground. Ashliel's courtyard resides on top of a cliff in the center of the school. The first task that Arbor was assigned to do was carve out a walkway down the cliff using only simple tools to the first level area. Due to the height of the cliff, the distance arbor had to walk is around ten thousand feet. The array would increase the gravity just enough to cause him hover on the line of being able to walk upright and collapsing. In addition, the array does not allow for the circulation of essence inside the body. Therefore, Arbor is can only his body.
The first day Arbor tried the hike down the cliff he was unable to make it the complete distance with 200% normal gravity. He almost got halfway before he collapsed. Every time Arbor makes it five feet the pressure increases by one percent. The pressure he finishes with will be the same for the starting the next day. If he collapses, and does not move, the array will detect it and deactivate.
The gravitational pressure was at 281% yesterday. Therefore, the first half of the journey today will be at 282%, and if Arbor crosses the halfway point it will go up to 283%. The day before Arbor collapsed with only a couple hundred feet to go. If Arbor had a perfect record, he would be at 368%. But, no one is perfect.
Arbor took the first step with easy. Then the second, third, fourth, fifth, and so one until he got the to halfway point. He is stand straight up just one step away from the halfway mark. His shoulder length brown and green hair is completely soaked with sweat. Beads of sweat are dripping off his fingertips. Exhausted, Arbor gathers himself for the increase that the next step gives.
After his left foot plants into the ground, his left knee shakes a little before he gathers himself and continues. Arbor struggles for the next 4,900 feet where he collapsed onto the ground and started to crawl. Eventually Arbor made it too the edge of the array. After he felt the pressure release, he let his limbs spread out as he fell to the floor.
"Hey Tagas, it looks like you barely made it today. We need to hurry up if we want to make it to class o time. You know how Elder Ocas gets."
In order to avoid the unwanted popularity and attention, Arbor had entered his first class under the alias Tagas. In addition, he had changed the color of his rob from the typical green to vibrant orange and had the tree stitching change to the symbol of a floating island. This was due to one of the many abilities that the robe has. He discovered it one day by accident when he accidently sent his essence into it instead of his staff.
In addition, Ashliel had gifted him a transparent mask that can change the face and hair of the wearer into anything they wish. Now, a tool like this is only useful in the lower level because in the higher levels of cultivation a person is able to change their looks by appearance. Arbors classmates are unable to detect that he has this mask on.
Arbor looked up to see familiar face. Brown, short hair that slightly reveals a skinny, lively face. Darting brown eyes, set sunken within their sockets, gaze thoughtfully over Arbor. This is the face of Orion, a true paladin among dark elves. He stands tall above others, despite his fragile thin frame. Tribal marks in the form of a diagonal lines and shapes spread across his body from his neck down. There's something obscure about him, perhaps it's a feeling of fear or perhaps it's simply his warmth.
Orion reached out his right hand helped Arbor up off the floor.
"Being late three days in a row would not set well for me. Let's get going."
"Another difficult morning with the missus I hear? So, tell me, have you two finally dual cultivated?" Orion wondered.
"With that wrench? I would rather slam my nuts in a door." Arbor articulated as he sped up his walking pace.
The teen let go of the staff with his left hand and took one step to his right. As he was stepping to the right, he slid his right hand towards the middle of the staff and placed his left hand next to his right. The teen stood up and swung down with the staff hitting the sword into the dirt before spinning around and letting his hands slid down his hands until he caught it at the very edge. While spinning, the teen crouched down to hit the back of the puppets knee joints at the same time. This hit caused the puppet to fall onto its knees. A big arching swing of the staff aimed towards the puppets neck caused its head to fall off and roll on the ground. Arbor placed his staff onto the back of his robe and walked towards Ashleil.
"Congratulations Arbor, it only took you four months to finally beat that puppet," Ashliel joked, "How many meridians do you have opened now?"
"If you didn't increase its strength by two levels every time I make a breakthrough, I could have already beat it. What level is it going to be at next? The first level of the kaholo realm?" Arbor retorted.
"How else do you expect to get to the top of your class? Now answer me, how many meridians do you have open?" Ashliel pressed.
"I have opened all of the meridians in my legs and the two in my head. So you tell me, how many is that?"
"Are you getting smart with me you little shit? Do you even know how to count?" Ashleil jibbed.
"I was actually testing you. Its forty-four you old hag." Arbor sneered. After he said this he took off running towards the direction of the entrance of the first level area, because he knew what was coming next.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME? GET BACK HERE YOU INCOMPETENT SCOUNDREL" Asliel raged.
A mere fifty feet separated Arbor before an enormous pressure descended upon Arbor causing him to fall flat on the ground. Arbor struggled for minutes to move even the slightest bit, when a soft playful voice entered his ear, "My, my, what do we have here? An undisciplined disciple? When will he ever learn? Your speed has increased 10% from last time."
Arbor could only grunt in response due to the pressure holding him down.
"Oh what was that darling? I did not catch that. Take that dick out of your mouth and say that again." Ashleil quipped. "Come on now, its time to go discipline you." Arbor let out a couple ferocious grunts as he was lifted into the air and brought away.
In the surrounding area, many students stood unaffected by the scene that unfolded before their eyes. About every week and a half, similar scenes would occur. After the two left the scene, some students entered the first level area while others lingered and discussed what happened.
"Who are those two?"
"I've asked around and have only got vague answers. No conclusive answers."
"I heard that those two are the degenerates of the school. She is an elder that has been cast aside because of her personal habits. You can imagine what that entails. Also, she forced that kid to be her disciple."
When Ashleil returned to her courtyard she tossed Arbor into a medicinal bath to heal the mild injuries he sustained from her disciplining him. Half an hour later Arbor got out of the tub and started to walk in the same direction he fled towards earlier. Arbor stopped at the front gate to take a deep breath. This is the worst part of his day.
After the first month of being Ashliel's disciple, Arbor had started her training program. The walk to and from the gates that separated the first level and where he is now, is laced with a formation that gradually increases the gravity on Arbor each day. This was the second program implemented behind Arbor's daily fights with the puppet.
The distance between the two gates is approximately four thousand feet, if they were on level ground. Ashliel's courtyard resides on top of a cliff in the center of the school. The first task that Arbor was assigned to do was carve out a walkway down the cliff using only simple tools to the first level area. Due to the height of the cliff, the distance arbor had to walk is around ten thousand feet. The array would increase the gravity just enough to cause him hover on the line of being able to walk upright and collapsing. In addition, the array does not allow for the circulation of essence inside the body. Therefore, Arbor is can only his body.
The first day Arbor tried the hike down the cliff he was unable to make it the complete distance with 200% normal gravity. He almost got halfway before he collapsed. Every time Arbor makes it five feet the pressure increases by one percent. The pressure he finishes with will be the same for the starting the next day. If he collapses, and does not move, the array will detect it and deactivate.
The gravitational pressure was at 281% yesterday. Therefore, the first half of the journey today will be at 282%, and if Arbor crosses the halfway point it will go up to 283%. The day before Arbor collapsed with only a couple hundred feet to go. If Arbor had a perfect record, he would be at 368%. But, no one is perfect.
Arbor took the first step with easy. Then the second, third, fourth, fifth, and so one until he got the to halfway point. He is stand straight up just one step away from the halfway mark. His shoulder length brown and green hair is completely soaked with sweat. Beads of sweat are dripping off his fingertips. Exhausted, Arbor gathers himself for the increase that the next step gives.
After his left foot plants into the ground, his left knee shakes a little before he gathers himself and continues. Arbor struggles for the next 4,900 feet where he collapsed onto the ground and started to crawl. Eventually Arbor made it too the edge of the array. After he felt the pressure release, he let his limbs spread out as he fell to the floor.
"Hey Tagas, it looks like you barely made it today. We need to hurry up if we want to make it to class o time. You know how Elder Ocas gets."
In order to avoid the unwanted popularity and attention, Arbor had entered his first class under the alias Tagas. In addition, he had changed the color of his rob from the typical green to vibrant orange and had the tree stitching change to the symbol of a floating island. This was due to one of the many abilities that the robe has. He discovered it one day by accident when he accidently sent his essence into it instead of his staff.
In addition, Ashliel had gifted him a transparent mask that can change the face and hair of the wearer into anything they wish. Now, a tool like this is only useful in the lower level because in the higher levels of cultivation a person is able to change their looks by appearance. Arbors classmates are unable to detect that he has this mask on.
Arbor looked up to see familiar face. Brown, short hair that slightly reveals a skinny, lively face. Darting brown eyes, set sunken within their sockets, gaze thoughtfully over Arbor. This is the face of Orion, a true paladin among dark elves. He stands tall above others, despite his fragile thin frame. Tribal marks in the form of a diagonal lines and shapes spread across his body from his neck down. There's something obscure about him, perhaps it's a feeling of fear or perhaps it's simply his warmth.
Orion reached out his right hand helped Arbor up off the floor.
"Being late three days in a row would not set well for me. Let's get going."
"Another difficult morning with the missus I hear? So, tell me, have you two finally dual cultivated?" Orion wondered.
"With that wrench? I would rather slam my nuts in a door." Arbor articulated as he sped up his walking pace.
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