Chapter 3910 Training
Primes
"How is he doing?" asked Volsnorth, as he appeared in front of me.
I looked away from the screen and turned to the man.
It had been a month since his seed started, and I thought he would be more worried. Checking progress every week, but it is the first time he has asked for the progress since he began.
If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was glad to throw his seed at me.
"Good. Best to be honest. His scores are 57% better than a person's close to him," I replied.
"You don't seem much happy about it?" he asked with a smile.
"He had a bit of a disobedience streak. He does not follow the order well and is too confident in his abilities," I replied, and there was no change in Volsnorth.
"His file stated all those things," He said and I couldn't help, but nod.
His files had his psych analysis, and I shouldn't get frustrated seeing him acting that way, but I still wished he would be more obedient.
"I think, he will be good for the mission. He has all the qualities, the mission sensitive as this one requires,"
"Give him a chance, or at least let him complete the training, before making a final decision,"
"Ok," I said and sighed.
...
CLANG CLANG CLANG.
My ax, covered in purple fire, kept hitting the man. Not giving him a chance to launch any attack at all.
Currently, I am not me.
Instead, I am a six-two hulk, with muscles and bald hair human, smiting the enemy with my relentless offensive attacks.
It had been two months since I had been training.
The training was quite eye-opening, and it made me regret not taking the acting classes.
The academy had offered them, and Professor Josephine had asked me to take the classes. Told me, it is effective in infiltration and personification types of missions.
Even if I didn't get selected for this mission. I would still be happy about the challenges I had faced here and the things, I had learned.
CLANG!
Another strike hit against the elf's great sword, creating a powerful purple blast that sent him flying.
I didn't stop at that and leaped at him with fire at my feet, appearing next to him as he stabilized before attacking him again relentlessly.
The elf is good. The best is among all the people I had fought in the past week, but I am better.
I may be using a fighting style and moves of the subjects, but trained behind them in mind.
If it had even a subject in front of me. I am confident enough that I would have been able to defeat them using their own fighting style.
Seconds passed, and the battle continued.
The elf might not be able to get any attack, but he is frustratingly good at defense. It is likely why they had called him here to spar with me.
Still, I will defeat him.
A minute passed and then another we kept fighting before finally I had the chance.
There were multiple chances before this, but they were suitable for my fighting style, which is much better than this I am using.
I am not saying that because it is mine, but because it is.
This chance suited this fighting style and took it.
BANG!
My timing was perfect, I was able to avoid his sword and crash my ax against his body, sending him flying, till he crashed against the energy screen hard.
"Nine minutes and fourteen seconds. Very good. Your mistakes were also quite few this time," said Oris as she came clapping.
"Thank you," I said to the Lion Beastwoman who had been training me for the past two months.
"We will need to work on the tiny mistakes, once they are finished. I will ok you," she said, and a big smile appeared on my face.
"It wouldn't have been possible, without you," I said and gave a faint bow to the woman.
"Of course. It is because of me; without my help, you would have taken years to reach this stage," she said, patting my shoulder hard.