Chapter 11
On a bright morning, Oliver and Dwayne headed to the training grounds, their swords in hand, ready for a rigorous sparring session. Magic was set aside for this exercise, as they focused solely on their craftsmanship and physical abilities. The clash of swords echoed through the air as they engaged in a detailed and intense fight, each displaying their mastery of swordsmanship and agility.
As they squared off against each other, their movements precise and calculated, their conversation began.
Oliver: "You've really improved, Dwayne. Your swordsmanship is impressive."
Dwayne: "Thanks, Oliver. But don't underestimate yourself. Your adaptability and resourcefulness make you a formidable opponent."
Oliver: "I've been practicing tirelessly to make the most of my skills. It's a challenge to balance them with my magic, but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
Dwayne: "That's the spirit! Remember, it's not just about raw power; it's about strategy and finesse. You have a unique set of skills that can surprise our enemies."
Oliver: "I'm glad you see the potential in me. I've discovered that my aptitudes in magic lie with fire, wind, and water. It's fascinating how magic is divided into six elements."
In the current state of Oliver's life, he found himself living among the main characters, his companions in this enchanting world. Since his arrival, Oliver had been diligently honing his magical skills, discovering his aptitude for the elements of fire, wind, and water. Magic in this realm was divided into six distinct elements: fire, water, wind, earth, light, and darkness. Each element held its own unique power and characteristics.
Dwayne: "Indeed. Fire, water, wind, earth, light, and darkness. Each element holds its own power and purpose. Your mastery of multiple elements can give you an edge in battle."
Oliver: "I've been experimenting with combining them too. I've noticed that by combining fire and wind, I can create blazing tornadoes. It's quite exhilarating."
Dwayne: "That's fantastic! You're already exploring the depths of your magic. With time and practice, you'll become even more formidable."
For three hours, Oliver and Dwayne pushed each other to their limits, their movements fluid and precise. Their friendship and rivalry intertwined, driving them to improve and inspire one another. They were not merely training partners but kindred spirits, united by their passion for growth and their shared determination to protect what they held dear.
Oliver: "Phew, that was intense. We've been at it for three hours straight."
Dwayne: "Indeed. It's good to push ourselves, though. It helps us grow stronger. Let's head to our classes now. We've earned a break."
As their spar came to an end, both perspiring and exhilarated, they made their way to their respective classes. The academy buzzed with the excitement of learning and the anticipation of challenges to come.
During their break time, Oliver and Dwayne sat down to enjoy a meal of fried chicken and rice. Conversations flowed easily between them, and they found themselves discussing the ongoing war between demons and humans. They spoke of the grim state of the conflict, the humans facing an uphill battle against the relentless onslaught of the demonic forces.
They made their way to the nearby dining area, their stomachs grumbling in hunger. They grabbed plates of fried chicken and rice and settled down at a table.
Oliver: "So, Dwayne, have you heard anything new about the ongoing war with the demons? I can't help but worry about the state of things."
Dwayne: "Unfortunately, the news isn't good. The humans are struggling, and the demons seem to be gaining the upper hand. It pains me to see our people suffering."
Oliver: "I share your concern. I can't wait for the day we can join the fight and make a difference. I want to protect those who can't protect themselves."
Dwayne: "I understand your eagerness, but we must be patient. We need to grow stronger and gather allies. When the time comes, we'll be ready."
After their meal, Oliver made his way back to his room, contemplating the vastness of the world they inhabited. He knew that this realm held numerous races, each with their own power and influence. The leading forces consisted of the elves, demons, dwarves, dragonians, humans, and demi-humans. The world itself was five times larger than Earth, with the elves claiming 17% of the land, demons holding 20%, dwarves occupying 10%, dragonians commanding 17%, humans possessing 10%, and demi-humans having 7%. The remaining land belonged to the other races that called this world their home.
Oliver returned to his room deep in thought. He reflected on the state of the world, the looming threat of the demon attack, and his own role in the upcoming events.
In his quiet solitude, Oliver pondered the impending attack on the school by a powerful demon, scheduled to occur in just three months. He knew that many students would suffer, and it weighed heavily on his conscience. He realized that with his current strength, he was not confident in his ability to defeat such a formidable foe.
He pondered his own abilities and the task ahead, knowing that a demon would soon attack the school. Oliver's heart sank at the thought of potential loss and devastation.
Deep in thought, Oliver devised a plan. The next day, he would approach his teacher and request a two-week vacation, citing the passing of a fictitious relative as his reason. This excuse would allow him the time and freedom to embark on a journey of intense training and exploration, seeking a certain place that held the key to unlocking his hidden potential.
The next day, after his classes, Oliver approached one of his teachers, Professor Elysia, who had always shown him kindness and understanding.
Oliver: "Professor Elysia, may I speak with you for a moment?"
Professor Elysia: "Of course, Oliver. What can I help you with?"
Oliver took a deep breath, trying to sound as genuine and earnest as possible.
Oliver: "I regret to inform you that one of my relatives has passed away, and I need to take a two-week vacation to attend to family matters."
Professor Elysia's expression softened with sympathy.
Professor Elysia: "I'm sorry to hear that, Oliver. Family is important, and you should take the time you need. Let me know if there's anything I can do to support you."
Oliver nodded gratefully.
Oliver: "Thank you, Professor. I appreciate your understanding." Oliver leave the room with big grin in his face.
With his excuse in place, Oliver set his plan in motion. He knew exactly where he needed to go to train and acquire the strength he sought.