5 Not all THAT bad, right?

Fully accepting my new life, I resolve to become stronger to do whatever I desire.

Still following my father, I am filled with anticipation for training and learning how to use magic, I felt giddy with excitement.

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The way to the underground training arena is a long one. When we exited the dining area we walked through the hall, where we had the mini-drama. After a few minutes of walking in silence we reached a spiral stairway that lead to both up and down.

We went down the stairway to the underground area of the mansion. Reaching the final step there were three pathways ahead, split left, forward and right.

I heard my old man say "Left path leads to the training arena. Path in the middle leads to the laboratory where you were 'born'. The right path leads to the dungeons." We turned left towards the training arena.

"Hooh, dungeons is it? You got your sex slaves chained there?" I inquired mockingly.

Hearing what I said the old man chuckled "Kukuku, long time ago, yes. But I no longer have interest in 'sex' slaves. I prefer the term 'lab rats' now."

"I see, ...Think you could also let me use the dungeons?" I requested.

He eyed me over his left shoulder while walking and said "My my, I seem to have summoned quite the pervert. hahaha!" then smiled, knowing that his son is amoral like him.

I shot back "Well, you know what they say 'like father, like son' hahaha!"

Our vile laughs echoed throughout the underground area.

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-Agares mansion, underground training arena-

The entrance to the training arena is a huge almost 15m tall double door made of metallic material with Agares crest engraved at the center.

*Whistle*

"Fancy door for a training arena." I admired.

"It does serve its purpose." He replied.

"Let me guess, durable and prevents magic from escaping outside."

"No." He simply said.

"Then what?"

"It is just a fancy door. Hahaha!" He walked forward, kicking the heavy doors open and went inside.

I looked at him with deadpan expression following him.

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The training arena is gigantic, as large as a football stadium. The ceilings are high as hell. The ground is natural stone, smoothed. Lighting is provided by the crystals' magic.

"What do you think?" Father asked, puffing out his chest with pride.

"It's fucking amazing!

Considering the size, we'll be doing all sorts of training like flying huh?"

"Haha, that we will. You can also have your peerage members train here when the time comes, It is large enough to hold a tournament."

We went to the center of the arena. We turned to each other, grinning.

Father asked "Are you read?"

"Born ready!" I declared with confidence.

He nodded "That's the spirit."

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Father took some distance then stated "Firstly, you need to get used to your body's strength and speed. Try throwing punches now."

I nodded, turned forward and taking an awkward stance, a clear indication that I'm a noob.

"Pfft!"

I heard the bastard snicker, ignoring him and the heat coming out of my face.

I pulled back my right arm and punched straight as hard as I can.

*FWOSH*

Feeling slight air current going the same way where I punched.

Excitement welling up inside me, I started throwing amateurish punches left and right, I threw some kicks as well.

I tried punching the ground just to see it crack, but it was too hard.

I dropped to the floor rolling around in pain holding my hand, it felt like it was broken.

A guffawing old man can be heard.

Guess I'm still a weakling. I mean, I was born yesterday....

Thankfully, my hand turned out alright after a minute. I continued my wombo-combo session for a bit until.

*Clap*

Hearing a clap sound, I stopped. I turned to father and see him smiling.

"Hahaha, that is enough. Now I want you to run around. Start slow and build up speed."

Nodding, I started jogging very slowly, I say very slowly but it's actually the same speed as a sprinter at top speed.

The air against my skin as I make laps around the arena is one of the best feelings I experienced.

I wonder how flying at high speed feels like.....guess I'll find out today.

Getting the hang of it, I decided to increase my speed a bit, which was a mistake since the instant I put more strength into my leg, I was sent flying forward and rolled like a cheese wheel.

"Uggghhh" I groaned like a zombie.

And once again the laughter of the old bastard can be heard throughout the arena.

After getting my shit together, I jogged some more but this time steadily increasing the pace. Of course the process wasn't without falls.

My top speed is that of a cheetah.… I think. But I am pretty damn quick for a 'newborn'.

Taking a breather after making laps, I sat down to rest.

After a minute I hear..

*Clap*

Hearing clap sound again, I stand up and head for Master.

Approaching him I start "You know, you could just say 'Stop' or blow a whistle, clapping makes me feel as if I'm a dog." I scratch my head saying that.

"Nonsense! I would NEVER treat you like a dog. Also, do they not use whistles to attract dogs attention?" He replies with a grin.

Unimpressed by his teasing, I ask "Well, how did I do?"

He begins stroking his beard "Hmm..."

Waiting for his response is making me anxious. 'It's like back when I was a student getting my results back. Damn you anxiety, you still accompany me even after death!' I cursed my death-defying relationship with anxiety.

Then I heard my father say "Well, you were 'born' yesterday so it is given that your strength is quite lacking for a Devil ." Hearing that my shoulders slump on instinct.

Seeing the disappointment I'm in, he whacks my head "Let me finish.." he says.

I nod, looking at him while rubbing my head.

"As I was saying, while it is true you are lacking strength. You ARE fast, for a middle-class devil that is."

"Huh?"

"Hm?" He looks at me oddly.

"D-don't give me that look!. What the hell do you mean 'middle-class'!. Aren't I high-class? I am your son, right? right!?

H-high-class devils are hella strong and don't really need to train much to get strong. I mean, I'm biologically your offspring, you're high-class devil and so should I!" I exclaimed

Acting as if he's going to tell his child that he's adopted, he pulled out a smoking pipe from inside his cloak, igniting it with magic and puffed at it twice before saying "You see, my son, you are indeed my biological offspring. At least, 95% of you are."

"And the rest?!"

He shifts in his place and takes two more puffs at the pipe "Ahem, the rest is....a lot of things"

He suddenly casts elemental spell [Water Mirror], producing a 2 meter tall pristine mirror made of water, clearly reflecting my appearance....my new 'unique' appearance.

Short black hair. Olive skin. Crimson irises with dark pigmentation around eyes. Ears like a bonafide Devil. My brows stuck furrowing. Black veins on my cheeks and some reaching my lower lip and lower eyelids. Nose that of an orc. Mouth agape, I am stunned further when my teeth are revealed, they look like fucking shark teeth. They're rad but still, they are scary.

"Aha-ahaha...." I let out a dry laugh from shock.

'This is what I look like now? I don't know what to think...I mean, I look like a damn menace. Pretty sure women will run away screaming. Did I scare Shel?

But....It's kinda....cool?'

Still staring at my reflected visage I say "W-well…I guess it's not all THAT bad...I think?"

Puffing at the pipe with bit of sweat on the forehead, father nervously replies "N-not at all, a-at least women will not fall in love with you for your appearance, right? ahahaha"

"Right...." I give him a deadpan look

While looking at him I thought 'He looks kinda like that picture on his Wikipedia page. He does have crimson irises like me, a black hair, his skin is the same color as mine. Yep, I'm his son alright. He's currently wearing a black cloak like a Sith Lord and a large black wizard hat. For some reason I want that hat.'

It took a few minutes of calming down to get over my appearance.

"Haah...Alright now that I'm over the whole new look thing. Mind telling me why I'm a middle-class devil." I asked, tiredly.

"Ah, yes. Ahem, It simply has to do with the 5% percent. They were required for the creation of the vessel but in exchange the said vessel will be...'inferior' compared to a natural born high-class Devil." He explained.

"I see....well it's not like I'm incapable of training my way to the top. So I won't question any further." I say with renewed confidence.

"Hahaha, that's the spirit!" He began slapping my back.

'Guh, it kinda hurt!' After he stopped, my back felt numb.

"Now onto the next part of the basic training, Magic!"