As Mot, the dragon, humbled by the overpowering presence of the Khaos entity, sought to secure his continued existence, the entity turned to face the dragon. In response to Mot's plea, the Khaos entity offered an unexpected, and somewhat peculiar, resolution.
" Since you dare challenge the house, you should have been prepared to serve its existance, for those who pass the right to live become Familia. Mot, your tiltle has now risen to the count of death and from now onwards will be the Masters Pet."
Meanwhile, back in Maroneia, Nyx who had been minding her own business now chilling by the beach taking a cold long island. Thinking to herself, 'That's weird I can't seem to feel Mot's contract, thought he'd stick around for at least a year, well Gaia seems fine, so he must have of just left.' she shrugged.
And at the same time on Kyn's left hand a tattoo of a dragons silhoutte materialized round his forearm. This meant that Mot, the once-proud dragon, was now to be considered a true pet, obligated to follow the entity's commands. The dragon had unwittingly found himself in a rather humorous and unexpected situation, transitioning from a majestic, independent creature to someone else's obedient pet, all because of his affinity for treats, never mind the fact that he was a human.
With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Mot, the once-mighty dragon, found himself in the surreal position of being beholden to the whims of the Khaos entity. He had been transformed from a symbol of power and independence into a compliant and obedient pet. As he considered the implications of this new role, he couldn't help but reflect on the chain of events that had brought him to this point. Nyx, his summoner, had likely not foreseen the existence or intentions of the Khaos entity when she called upon him to watch over Kyn. Mot couldn't help but wonder if he had been duped into a situation that was far beyond what he had initially agreed to.
"NyyaACHOO!!!" Nyx sneezed out loud.
Kyn, still in a state of bewilderment as the Khaos entity asserted control over the once-mighty dragon, watched with wide-eyed amazement. The entity, with an air of nonchalance turned to him.
"As the master of the house, the house wishes you to grow stronger so stating today it will be training day everyday...", the chaos entity stated and with that the entity teleported to a empty fully kitted gym room, the only odd thing in the room was a large polished mahogany desk. On its left side is a large stack of comics, the dark entity now in a tracksuit and wearing sneakers, strolled round the desk and sat behind it pulling out a comic with a bald man on it's cover.
"So stating today, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10Km run—every single day for a year and a half, for sparring session...," the entity said, while summoning an energy drink, "The dragon shall be your partner."
" Wait! He's a dragon," just as he finished stating his point, A firm hand tapped his shoulder. Turning a round a 7ft fully baki-hama-built black man, stood behind him in matching trainers.
"Hehehe!!! time for some training partner," Mot announced seeming happy to his now new-role.
Kyn's training regimen under the watchful eye of Mot, his newfound dragon sparring partner, quickly transformed into a comical ordeal. With a devilish grin, Mot seemed to revel in Kyn's physical suffering, and his enjoyment was evident in the way he couldn't stop smiling.
The Master had become the slave, Kyn was subjected to an increasingly absurd exercise routine. It started with 100 push-ups, which, on their own, were quite demanding. But then came 100 sit-ups, followed by 100 squats. As if that weren't enough, Mot insisted on a grueling 10-kilometer run. All of this, under the watchful, amused eye of the dragon.
Kyn's face contorted into an array of hilarious expressions as he struggled through the ordeal. He groaned, grumbled, and occasionally pleaded for mercy, but Mot simply smiled wider, clearly taking great delight in Kyn's predicament. As Kyn huffed and puffed his way through this bizarre training, he couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in this outlandish situation and what kind of unconventional world he had entered.
AAAAAAAHHHHHH
After a hell-thy dose of exercise, Kyn was flat out stretched on the gym floor. Noting the difference in strength between the two, the dark entity thought of Kyn's previous concerns, and with a wave of its hand, it summoned Kyn's hunter gear and initiated a gear upgrade. In a flash of energy, all of Kyn's equipment underwent a miraculous transformation, vaulting from FF-rank to SS-rank, bringing his arsenal to a level that matched the dragon's overwhelming might.
"Now that you are done with the full body workout," the entity-nim said, " Time for some sparing." He said materializing a mid-sized ring in the middle of the training grounds.
Kyn's shock and apprehension turned into a mix of excitement and apprehension. He looked at the now supercharged gear with a sense of awe and realization that he might have a fighting chance with his sparring partner.
The whole situation had taken a hilariously unexpected turn, and he now could at least exert his revenge on Mot, "Well, this just got a whole lot more interesting!"
Seemingly not spooked by the change in odds, Mot didn't show any change in apprehension, the only thing he did was smile. A smile that seemed to be waiting for this particular session.
THUD!!! came the sound of Kyns failure, this was his current life situation in his 8th round of straight defeats.
"That should be enough for the day," The entity said as it waved it's hand healing Kyn to the max. "Now everyday starting today, your celestial body will be called to this plane for training. Until you are of good strength this shall be your sleep. Other than that time to wake up."
PAAAH!!! out came the slap.