Samurai Lv 12
Health: 64/64
Mana: 04/04
Stamina: 52/52
Strength: 16
Dexterity: 11
Magic: 01
Endurance: 16
Resistance: 01
Speed: 16
Status: 00
Sword Refinement Lv 0
Bonuses:
Skills: Block Lv 01, Heavy Sword Lv 01,
Passive: Swordsmanship Lv 01
Improvement Points: 33
Accumulated Experience: 0
Coins: 00
Inventory:
Absorption: 0/1000
Processing: 0/1000
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While Aion was checking the samurai class to see if it could work by training it with a short sword, his father approached. That was unusual for him to show up when the others weren't around, so Aion couldn't help but frown. He was in a bad mood since the class only worked with a long sword, and those weren't suited for his size.
"We need to talk about your future," Lexus said. "Usually, it would be too soon to discuss such things, but I think that your current situation made you grow faster than the others."
"... my future?" Aion asked, a bit surprised.
"Yes, your interest and talent in many areas made me realize that you aren't interested in using the name of our family to achieve your goals, and it is clear that you dislike the condition of your mother," Lexus said after nodding. "You want to free her, and while I don't know how you plan to do that, your plans won't work. First of all, your mother accepts her situation, and the king doesn't change his mind unless he is almost forced to due to the situation. You will have to convince both of them in some way to do that."
"I already know that," Aion said.
"From what I can see, you only have one way to achieve that… When the heir of the kingdom becomes five, ten, and fifteen years old, a tournament is realized in their name. In that tournament, the winner has the right to ask the king anything that he desires. Unless it is something insane or very stupid, and the king will be forced to compensate the winner. When Vangel becomes fifteen, you will be nine years old, barely ten. However, people from all over the kingdom participate. Generals, guild masters, royal guards, adventurers… If you somehow win the tournament, you will have the chance. However, people like me will participate as well. Do you think you can surpass me in three years?"
"If that is my only option and the earliest of the things that I can do, then I will win the tournament," Aion declared.
"Good, I will watch your determination for the next three years and confirm your result once the tournament starts," Lexus said and then turned around to leave.
"Father, why did you tell me this?" Aion asked.
"Someone had to do it, even though I hated your mother," Lexus replied. "The king also ordered me, and I am loyal to him. Still, my hate has weakened over the years… Nothing will come out of this. Your mother already knows, and she is suffering because a lot of people despise you as well because of her blood. Compared to the weight that she is carrying, my hate seems small and pathetic. Regardless, no matter what, the king won't allow her to live outside the kingdom, but I have a territory near the western border that needs someone to rule over it. As long as she has a reason not to escape and to help you, the king will allow her to live there to help you manage the land."
After that, Lexus left. His idea was pretty good… The pinnacle of brains and strategy: using brute strength. It seemed that some years after the war, he matured a bit. Still, to pull that off, Aion will have to train hard. Even with the help of the system, it will be difficult to do that with the body of a nine year old boy.
Aion considered his options. While he didn't fight many soldiers, it seemed that the variety of the fighting style in the realm was pretty high. It was hard to imagine guys who didn't train from an early age to register for the tournament, so Aion had to pick a class that would help him against all fighting styles…
"Considering that the tournament might last for a while, using a shield and sword will make the fights drag out for too long…" Aion thought. "I should go as offensive as possible to win the fights faster… I can't afford to lose, I will have to specialize in that."
Warrior Lv 14
Health: 78/78
Mana: 18/18
Stamina: 48/48
Strength: 21
Dexterity: 14
Magic: 03
Endurance: 17 + 03
Resistance: 06
Speed: 10
Status: 00
Hammer Refinement Lv 0
Bonuses:
Skills: Vertical Swing Lv 01, Stunning Blow Lv 01
Passive: Iron Skin Lv 01
Improvement Points: 39
Accumulated Experience: 0
Coins: 55.973
Inventory:
Absorption: 0/1000
Processing: 0/1000
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The best melee classes were Samurai, Spearman, Berserker, and Warrior. Warrior would particularly work well if Aion increases Iron Skin and then improves its efficiency. However, if he fights someone much more skilled than him…
"For the time being, I should focus on improving those four, and then in a year or two, I will level up the one I am most suited to," Aion decided.
After that, Aion began to use his skills as much as possible and only stopped when his arms were hurting like hell. After that, he began to run while wearing the gear that he bought the other day… once that was done and he couldn't move his legs, Aion began to train his magic and made sculptures.