Boom!!
Alistair gets sent flying across a room. He gritted his teeth as he lost to a guy who was less skilled than him a few days ago.
"Are you okay, Alistair? ", asked the boy as he gave a hand to Alistair.
Alistair was embarrassed as he had no one but himself to blame. In terms of pure swordsmanship he out skilled everyone in the training room. He could hear the laughter of everyone but he laughed too so that no one could know that he was angry.
"You should learn more mana theory.", said Chris the man who sparred with him. This of course hurt Alistair who could not utilize mana. He had to spar there because the trainer who wanted an assistant hired him. Although he could not use mana he got the job due to his skills as a swordsman.
"Hahaha! Of course you are right but you must understand that I am not talented.", replied Alistair with a fake laugh that could be mistaken for the sound of sobbing.
'Assh*le!', Alistair cursed as they knew well of his condition. Alistair's parents ran from a war in their country because Alistair was affected by monster energy. Before the monster energy could kill him and have a serious affect they ran as refugees to the town of Malta.
Alistair trained with the sword and had reach the advanced stage which was the final stage that a guy who could not utilize mana could get. In fact, Alistair would have been strongest in their small town of Malta if he had been able to use mana excluding the village chief who had surpassed beginners.
In the world of Thrae, most people wanted to be a swordsman or magician. People are tested for their aptitude in magic at the age of seven. Most people do not have it and will utilize their mana to strengthen their body and weapon. This people are known as fighters. It was said that the gods are the ones who handed the idea of being a fighter. Some said that the humans saw gods fighting by using their power to strengthen themselves and copied it.
But nonetheless, fighters honored gods. People like Chris who awakened as a fighter had to sacrifice a bull to the god of war, Mars of Olympus, one of the twelve main gods of Remonia. In fact, fighters from all over the world had to give an offering to their gods.
The village chief made a feast 5 years ago, due to his breakthrough from a beginner to novice.
After the novice stage then one would reach the intermediate stage and then to master stage.
After that, a few people become grandmaster
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Boom!
A guy was sent sliding across the street. Alistair ran to his aid but before he could reach the man. The perpetrators had reached him and killed him.
Noone in Malta had intervened because the victims and the perpetrators were strangers. They had not expected that it would escalate to a full blown murder.
"Attack!!", the men shouted as they attacked the villagers. Alistair ran and kicked one of them in the head. The man was rather weak and fainted. Alistair who was, only 15, had not kill and did not want to kill him.
Alistair only wished to slow them down and wait for the village chief.
"Waiting for someone?", the man on the floor got up and grabbed his ankles. The man pulled it and threw Alistair but Alistair maneuvered himself as to not injure himself.
All the other men had dispersed and attack the villagers and this one had stayed behind. It seems they had trusted him because he was a beginner aura user.
"Who are you people?", asked Alistair as he analyzed the man.
" We are from The Woolfill gang", said the man as he rushed at Alistair. Just before he reached Alistair, Alistair hopped back. Just as the man missed he was bombarded with attacks. Alistair then yanked the man's weapon.
"We've been in this village for days, we know you always lose to guys with aura.", the man taunted as he got up.
Alistair was not frightened, his goal was never to defeat him but to stall and wait for the village chief and the warriors.
" Your village chief is not coming", the man said with a grin.
"What? ", Alistair asked surprised.
" He was poisoned by Moritz, the village shaman.", said the man as he tried to punch Alistair.
Alistair dodged as the man had infused his attack with aura. The man was surprised but before he could understand it Alistair punched the man's throat. The man wheezed but before he could react Alistair kneed his nose.
[Authority]
Authority! Authority! Authority! Authority! Authority! Authority! Authority! Authority! Authority! Authority!
Alistair fainted as the words filled his head.
...
"How the hell did he manage to harm himself", said one of the raiders as he didn't think Alistair could win.
"Take them both and put them in the cart", said the man as he looked at Chris.
Chris immediately hurried and put Alistair and the man in the carts.
"What are you going to do with them?", Chris asked timidly to one of the weaker raiders.
"We'll sell him to one of the noble houses in Capri.", said the slaver as he points at Alistair
"What about me?", Chris asked expectantly.
"You'll stay with us. Or would you prefer to be sold as a slave too?", asked the man as he whips the horses.