The orgy came to an end and not one challenger won their fight, which was not unprecedented. All that mattered was a good show and everyone being satisfied.
Alan, feeling light after a quick blowjob was stopped by Silva, who was waiting for him outside the arena.
Eleina dragged Arthur by his ear and as she passed by Alan she smirked at him before vanishing in the crowd.
"I saw you having a good time." She smacked her lips. "It's a shame but I cant play with you right now." Silva rolled her eyes. "You should visit Flavio, he is ready to guide you."
"Flavio? That sounds... exotic?"
"That's one way of putting it." She laughed.
Silva was displeased as she had to go and talk with investors, so Alan made his way through the crowded streets, feeling Silvas lust filled gaze follow him, directly towards barracks, where hardy soldiers of Langwald were stationed.
Approaching the imposing building, Alans keen hearing recognised grunts and metal clashing against metal. While most of Langwald had a more carefree and lustful feeling to it, here one could easily sense commitment to duty and hard work in shaping future troops.
Alan opened the massive, gate like doors and stepped inside. What greeted him was a few guards stationed in the main reception, receptionist, many paintings depicting various victories of the local soldiers, mostly against local beasts and a grand chandelier, lighting up the entire room.
Guards noticed new arrival and gazed at him. The overwhelming and sudden pressure nearly caused Alan to flinch but he bit his lip and held firm. He approached the receptionist and placed down a letter on top of the counter.
"I am here to meet Flavio." Alan said, the killing intent radiating from these guards was terrifying but it was no where near the one he felt in darkwoods.
Receptionist broke the seal and began reading the letter, his eyes slightly twitching, before motioning towards a staircase to his left.
Surprised at the rigid atmosphere, Alan followed the path shown to him. He eventually reached a door, it had a plaque:
Captain Flavio Gustav
Alan knocked on the door, minutes passed but eventually a gruff voice responded.
"Come on in." The moment Alan walked inside, a sword strike was flying at his neck.
Instinctively, Alan partially pulled out his sword and managed to block it. He slid back couple steps, stopping on a wooden handrail and with his sword half drawn, he shook his hand.
'That nearly cut off my arm!' He squeezed his numb hand. Now fully drawing his sword, Alan stood ready.
"Stand down and come on in, your clumsy posture is embarrassing. " The same voice, now more relaxed and pleased sounded out.
Few chuckles and whistles of surprise came from downstairs as Alan carefully entered the office.
Sitting behind the desk was a muscular man, with a large scar going through his eye, short brown hair and sky blue eyes. His hand was calmly resting on the handle of his chosen weapon, a pair of short swords. Flavios eyes were tracking Alan and assessing him.
"The way you walk and carry yourself reminds me of a certain vigilante group that hunted monsters in this area long ago." He puffed a fat cloud of smoke from his thick cigar.
"The Swallower vouches for you and apparently you have awakened your divine energy, we shall not put that to a test, here I will examine if you are capable enough, come with me." Chair creaked as this stocky man walked past Alan, trying to supress him with his killing intent, the test was already underway.
Following Flavio was a difficult task but Alan had no choice. Passing by the now smirking receptionist and guards, Alan groaned as the intensity of Flavios pressure increased, still he marched on and after stepping through side door located in the main chamber, the two found themselves in a training room.
Flavio picked up a wooden sword and threw it at Alan, who was still battling the killing intent of Flavios, barely caught the flying sword, in front of his face.
"Good, you haven't collapsed yet. Many sons and daughters of influential people seek me out to be their teachers..." He flicked his sword "...but most don't even reach this point. Show me what you are made of." Flavio grinned, clearly, expecting even more from Alan as he freely swung a wooden short sword, the wind current ruffled Alans hair.
Alan pushed towards the imposing man. He swung his wooden sword and it was met by Flavios, the impact shuddered Alans arm, sending a shock wave of pain through his body. Alan clenched his jaw and continued exchanging blows with clearly relaxed Flavio.
'Well this is interesting! He can actually ready the flow of my wind!' Flavio laughed to himself.
Over time, sword strikes were becoming more even, Flavio did control a lot of his strength but Alan was improving at a terrifying rate, as if slowly predicting where Flavios strike will come from by sensing the direction of his wind based mana.
Not allowing Alan to be complacent. Flavio sped up his next thrust, the tip of his wooden sword flying right at Alans chest.
'Not good! It will go past my guard, if I can't deflect it, then...!' Alan knew the sword would hit him but an idea, or maybe a memory unlocked itself and as if on an instinct, Alans body twisted, just as the sword reached his chest, it scraped past Alans clothes, drawing blood but keeping Alan in the fight.
Stunned by this reckless move, Flavio was a heartbeat late in drawing back his sword and Alans strike found the back of Flavios hand.
"Hah, got you..." And darkness took Alan as his body collapsed on top of Flavio.
"Tsk. Crazy kid, either she lied to me or you are a prodigy..." Flavios mind wandered off to a certain man up north, while carrying Alan out of thr training hall...