Several weeks later...
Right now Sirius was getting toru- trained in the art of swordsmanship and physical strengthening. Scathatch was appalled at the magicians physical strength, especially with the fact that he uses a sword on a day by day basis.
"You call this swordsmanship? You can't even guard against my attacks correctly, do it again!" Her shout echoed through the castle grounds and shook the severely injured Sirius.
His whole face was unrecognizable, his left arms ulna was sticking out of his arm while he held his sword in his right hand that had fractures of splintered bones littered in them. His legs weren't any better. They were red, completely red from the massive amount of inside bleeding they were going through.
"MasTeR...I WonT DIe fRoM tHis rIgHt? His vocal cords were tearing to further shreds from all of the stress he had been putting them under.
Scathatch merely shook her head. "Do you want to be stronger or do you want to whine like a little shit, constantly questioning my decisions?"
Sirius stood silently before taking form and preparing his torture session once more. The god slayer took her sword and administered a few strikes from multiple angles. He was doing a good job of redirecting them and staving off any further damage until his master upped her strength a bit and blew the sword out of his hands, striking him in his right leg, breaking his femur.
"...FuCk..."
He was too tired to even shout out the pain anymore, only able to whisper in agony. "You need to at least be able to reinforce your muscles at any given moment instantly. You never know when you will be thrusted into battle."
She healed his damage with her healing rune that sped up his body's natural healing, not disrupting the process and allowing for his muscles to grow from the stress they were putting him under. Sirius stood up popping all of the reorganized bones in his body.
"I understand that, but it's not like I'm going to be in a fight twenty four seven-" He got bonked on the head for that one.
"Then you need to experience what it is like to be alert for a fight twenty four seven and relaxed at all times. Come, you're going to go into the Pit for your next act of training." She walked away into the forest not waiting for Sirius to grab his regular iron sword to follow her.
"The Pit?" He was a little terrified of the name. The Pit. What did this Pit hold? What was stuck inside of it to be deemed a prison like place in the literal underworld that is for eternal damnation.
Scathatch and Sirius stopped at a large hole that held nothing but a deep pitch black darkness that felt like it was eating at your soul. Scathatch turned to him. "Strip."
"....What?"
Socking him in the face, she tore off any mystical codes that were on his body, which meant his shirt, pants, sword, and shoes were gone. "You will not be allowed to have them for the duration of your stay inside the Pit. I will come to fetch you in about a years time, good luck~"
She Sparta kicked him off the ledge, and plummeted into the Pit that held all assortments of nightmares that Sirius would now have to battle daily. He could feel the thousands of monsters down below with his scan.
"Fuck."
Right before he landed he clapped and transmuted the floor to skewer the surrounding monsters in thousands of rock spears. Though it only worked on a few as the rock was broken upon getting in contact with most of the monsters, leaving only a scratch.
He then caused the ground to quake, leaving all of the monsters on the ground and allowing Sirius to redo his attack, but this time with reinforcement. Now he was good for a few hours as the area was filled to the brim with corpses.
'Phew...I have really got to work on my combination of alchemy and reinforcement magecraft....'
He crafted a sword from one of the spears and rearranged it into pure metal so that he wouldn't have to kill anything with his bare hands. He tried to enchant it further, but it was as if all of his attempts were faulty leaving him with a regular sword.
'At least I can make some clothes from the corpse's.....'
Then he got back at it. Hoping that sooner rather than later, that his master would be happy with his improvement.
...
Scathatch stood right on the edge of the hole and watched on as Sirius used his alchemy, only to fail and try again with his reinforcement.
She sighed. This boy had a wonderous gift in using the terrain in his advantage and making it stronger with multiple magecraft's , but he never used them in tandem with one another, it was irritating as all hell!
This way Sirius would be forced into the corner for a year, giving him the environment to fix this mentality of his and allow him to skyrocket in power. She waited and then sealed all of the mana within the Pit so that Sirius couldn't cheat with mystic codes.
...
Back in Camelot, a messy Morgan Le Fay sat as she looked over the notes again and again while she sat in her workshop that was surrounded by a bounded field that made sure that no one could spy on her.
"If I can use this and this...."
She murmured on and on before she was interrupted by her alarm telling her she was needed in the court room for a gathering.
Once she was done cleaning up, she made her way to the court room where all of the knights of the Round Table, nobles, and Camelot's king and her advisor sat.
Artoria nodded and got on with the hearing. "We have word that the Romans are making their way here for an attack. I want some ideas before we begin sending troops down to defend Britain."
Artoria stated before she waited for any ideas from her confidante's. One by one the murmured and voiced out all of their ideas while Morgan waited, thinking about the incoming invasion of the hostile forces or Rome.
That's when she got an idea. She could, while the chaos with the whole Roman debacle was going on, get in contact with Vivian and start her plan.
'Hahaha.....Soon. Soon I shall be whole once again, and Britain will bend before my power, giving me the throne I RIGHTFULLY deserve!'
She was the rightful queen of Britain! Chosen by the Isle itself as the embodiment of mystery, not by these measly vagrants that pollute it, but the very land itself! She would have taken the throne with force had she not fractured her mind from all of the responsibilities that were thrusted upon when she was young.
This led to Vivian's birth and the Witch Queens rise as she took over the body in the stead of her 'older sister' personality.
She crackled at the thought of her goal being reached. A plus to it all wasn't that she was going to be whole no, it was at the thought of making Sirius's life miserable and taking the only family he has left.
She couldn't be threatened. Any who did would pay a steep price.