Lirian grabbed onto the hilt of the sword that came flying his way and spun it in his hand with a little flourish to show off a little of his skill, and he quickly examined the sword, it was steel forged but with a blunted edge and its quality wasn't all that great.
Alastor narrowed his eyes at Lirian's speedy reaction but quickly moved on, "I have heard that you attend sword classes in the academy," Lirian nodded his head but didn't like where this was going.
Alastor chuckled, "Your instructor says that you always train in a private room, and you never accept spars,"
Lirian glanced around the field with a look of contemplation, it was true that he didn't accept any spars, but that was only out of necessity, this civilization was too advanced, they already understood how laws react to gods, when he fell into deep concentration while sparring it wasn't uncommon for the laws to react to him.
He had to keep it hidden, the first time he was lucky that it was only his mother's direct aides and servants if word of it had gotten out people would make the assumption of him being a god child, as of right now no one would even have such a thought running through their heads after all god children were not a common sight.
Whilst he didn't want to reveal it his reason was being eaten away by his rage, if it were his past lives, he could just run around killing anyone and everyone as he pleased but now there were too many restraints.
The lack of bloodshed was so strange and foreign to him, as a cultivator, he had to learn patience but these twenty years felt like torment to him, no cultivation, no scenes of mass bloodshed and worst of all no new research for him to work on it was suffocating to not be able to enjoy any of the things he used to do.
It could be said that this commander had come at the right time for him to vent his frustration.
"I assume that you must have some amazing techniques that you don't want to show anyone but you'll have to show your class what you are made of if you want to lead them." this time even the students could make out the mocking tone in the commander's voice.
Karen went to Sarah's side in the psychic's group and whispered, "Has Lirian done anything to get in your family's bad books?" she asked with concern, she had been reporting everything she learned to the Eden family and they often gave her intel as well but there was no word of him having offended the Jane family.
"No," Sarah whispered back, "I haven't heard anything," she frowned at the commander's behaviour, for someone in his position to be disrespectful to Lirian, was no different than the Jane family disrespecting the empress herself, if it was some child from the family, it could just be passed off as the child being disrespectful or arrogant.
Karen looked to Lucas in the Warriors group and shrugged her shoulders and he did the same to her, it was apparent that no one knew anything about what was going on.
Lirian felt the blood lust grow inside him and struggled to get it under control, as his body began to tremble from the excitement, "Well that is part of the reason," he answered with a thin smile and a hint of contempt in his voice.
"I wouldn't want to dishearten the people around me with my skill, but since you want to feel depressed about your life achievements, I'll be more than happy to make an exception." he looked at the commander with a condescending smirk.
As soon as his words carried around the grounds the students sighed inside, 'Evil Lirian was coming out to play,' they had come to terms with the fact that he sometimes acted in a completely different way from normal almost like he had a personality problem.
One was straightforward and honest, while the other was a hard hitter that was much too straight forward and very condescending in his ways, that was just two of the different personalities they had noticed, but they were his most frequent ones.
As for the others, they could be a little more complicated.
"I see that the rumours are true you do not know the meaning of respect," Alastor kept calm in the face of the insult but his voice still carried a willful sneer.
"My mother taught me that respect begets respect, it seems your family was incapable of hammering that lesson into your thick skull," he replied with equally willful contempt.
Sarah who was watching with a bit of anxiety felt herself shake with a little anger, Lirians last insult went too far, he practically insulted her entire family and everyone that supported or respected the commander.
"That's enough with words, you wanted to see my skill with a sword so come and let me show you the difference between a genius and a frog in the well," he walked forward with a clumsy grace that was painful to the eye of the beholder, and he flourished his sword around as if he was a fool with no training.
Alastor watched in contemplation, Lirians approach baffled him his every step seemed like it was full of grace but in the next step he broke stride and resumed the graceful steps in the next, it was like watching the most climactic part of a movie only for a sudden ad to pop up and erase the tension you built up, but it happened on repeat not allowing you to see what comes next.
It felt like it could be the work of a genius of a fool, unwillingly he chose to believe it was the former, he quickly suppressed his strength and moved to intercept Lirian and deal the first strike, it was a strange choice as the senior it was looked down upon as a disgraceful act to be the first to strike a junior.