4 Ch:3 - Hime-Sama?!

At Mt. Hakobe, a dangerous mountain despite the beautiful look at a distance. Few dare and try to climb to the peak, Thrill seekers as well. Few can withstand the fierce winds there. Not to mention the temperature and desolate wildlife, So if one runs out of supplies it is impossible to restock.

Currently at this location considered a top tier danger spot to non and magicals alike is a ferocious zone of lightning. From a birds eye view it is around 40 feet. Nearer the center is more concentrated lightning, In the middle is a spot of black.

This is Fafnir Apoclia training his Lightning drive. A state just a step below dragon force, The ultimate state of a Dragon Slayer. Possessing strength rivaling dragons according to legends.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Screamed Fafnir, He discharged lightning and is trying to compress it within him along with etherano filling him up to the brim then compressing it more.

[" Stop Roaring whelp! Roaring doesn't help you! "] Acnologia roared from his cave, Hearing his son roar like a beast is annoying. He discovered his son has a stupid habit of roaring to help concentrate.

[' What do I need to do to get rid of that god forsaken habit?! '] Of course this caused no small ammount of trouble for Acnologia aside from disturbing his sleep it is basically a signal of " ATTACK ME! I'M PLANNING SOMETHING DANGEROUS! "

Aside from his stupid tendencies He acknowledges his son's talent. Even more so than him who became stronger than Igneel the strongest among the curr- former elemental dragon kings. So far over the course of 4 years he taught his son Lightning and Wind dragon slayer magic. He has also been bathing in the blood of 'dragons' and his own blood. He is preparing him for his unique magic. Acnologia can't help but recall the first he wanted to do so.

[" Okay Whelp, I want you to undergo special baths, I've already told you that my brand of magic needs a decent ammount of dragonification and elemental affinity. Well this is to speed things up. "] After 3 years Acnologia truly accepted Fafnir as his Son, His whelp Before he acknowledges him to be a fledgling Fafnir needs to learn his magic.

"Okay dad, But would the fake dragons suffice? You mention them being weaker in power and impure in bloodline." When teaching Fafnir Acnologia refers to modern day dragons as fake dragons. Despite the rareness they do exist. But he is disgusted by them they were too weak. Therefore his condescending name for them.

[" *Snarl* Indeed those fakes aren't enough, That is why my blood will be added as well, We only need those fakes cause your physical body can't take my pure blood. "]

"BUT DAD! YOU DON'T NEED TO USE YOUR BLOOD! EVEN IF IT TAKES A LONGER TIME ITS OKAY!" Shouted Fafnir in a panic.

This warmed Acnologia's heart. Despite being the strongest being in fiore currently he is touched by the concern of his son.

[" You underestimate me whelp, You think measly ammounts of blood would matter? "] Of course he still wants to raise Fafnir with the pride of a dragon.

At this point his dragonification is around 50 percent now. And it came with physical changes. First off his incredible size. Despite him being only 9 he looks as if a 14 year old. And with matching size. Aside from that since he became one through an incredibly potent source he became more 'purified' Getting rid of wastes inside that impede magical growth. That came with the added effect of pale but not sickly skin despite the iron like muscles underneath it looks as smooth as if he never trained. Another thing is he already has wings. Albeit a little undeveloped.

His half dragon form is menacing. He chooses the parts he transforms but he mostly chooses to keep his size the same. With dragon legs with added talons and wings and turning his hands into claws. So far he has only been taught martial arts but more instinctual and more adaptable. He has the same black scales as his father and tribal markings.

As for the reason he is having trouble with dragon force is because typically you need to bathe within bloods of dragons AND eat or drink the blood. To strengthen and give Dragonic properties inside. You need to do so a few dozen times. This is why 2nd and 3rd generation find it easier. The lacrima changed them inside out.

But Fafnir is struggling because of the quality of energy. He has a more chaotic one when his transformation needs lightning attributed ones.

"AH! Why is this so hard! Dad when am i gonna be ready for the chaos dragon slayer magic?"

Despite his protests his father won't allow till he has at least 80% Dragonification. Telling him something among the lines of. 'perfect synchronisation' and 'maximum benefit'. Aside from that he learned alot. Lightning & Wind dragon slayer magic. Also shadow to a lower extent. Etiquette and mathematics and all. Let it be known Dragonef the dragon and human kingdom was beyond its time. Though at that time Acnologia was slowly getting more and more detached...

*BZZT FWOOOSH* His musings cut his concentration and the technique failed leaving him drained and battered inside and out. As the field of lightning went berserk and caused damage all around him.

[" Whelp are you alright? Is what most would say but not me. Good let this be a lesson to you. Do not let your concentration waver. It might,may, and will get you killed! "] Acnologia berated Fafnir, Fafnir may be a good instinctual fighter but he often gets lost in thought.

"Oh, My clothes are ruined. Again." Stated Fafnir casually while looking at the beast hides acting as lower wear.

["Hmm, Go hunting then. Your wings can take you down fast enough."] Indeed Fafnir makes his own clothes. It may be amaturish but it gets the job done. If only to protect his decency. He first wanted to make it akin to a winter coat since the temperatures not around Acnologia was freezing.

"Dad, How about a town? We can get more modern books and maybe a weapon i can train in"

Fafnir suggested, Acnologia may hate the weakness of humans but ge considers knowledge as a strength. Especially so when he dedicates 2 hours of my daily studying to battle tactics and other battlr related things. and an hour for knowledge, Arts, History, mathematics...

I just don't see how I need to be able to find derivatives useful in day to day life!

[" Hmm indeed, I will make you a weapon myself. But for now let's find a weapon with resonance with you."]

Acnologia acquiesced .

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"So dad mind telling me why we are going to the kingdom of fiore again?" I asked, Annoyance seeping into my voice.

"More knowledge and better quality everything." Was the curt response. And Dad's voice isn't as booming anymore, He 'turned' into a human.

Dad's human form is long hair with blue natural highlights near the end. He is a little tanned and the blue markings from his dragon form is there. He is muscular but lean his face and eyes conveying confidence and arrogance. And a solid 6'3, Yep lady killer.

Meanwhile I am basically a carbon copy except shorter hair and my markings don't show unless I am transforming. oh and my pale skin hasn't changed.

As for our clothes Dad has a combat suit with elemental resistant form fitting top and a leather looking jacket that was made from a dragon providing even more protection. The form fitting is black and jacket is a dull silver he is wearing combat boots and seemingly loose seamed normal slacks. And a dragon hide cloak.

I on the other hand aside from a dragon hide cloak. Am wearing a black blazer and fit button down shirt that is a very black grey. and black skinny jeans with these things called sneakers that are black. Leading to what the storekeeper said a very casual formal look. I didn't and Dad didn't care. Dad is most probably the richest being on earthland. He has 2 whole storage rings full of it. And said ring is 100x meters in all three dimensions. And most of his wealth is in precious gems and gold.

Anyways enough of my rambling about how awesome my dad is. Now the two of us are ran the remaining 10 kilometres to make sure we don't get spotted. I mean I am as strong as most highclass mages physically without magic boosting me. And dad is an old dragon.

"We're here." Said Dad cutting me off my autopilot. And when I looked up I saw that, Indeed we're here. The gates are wooden and metal reinforced the walls about a solid 10 feet thick and runes engravings everywhere the archers stationed at the top are using runed longbows their armor a very basic metal armor aside from the engravings to make it lighter.

Nah, Not impressive. Dad showed me his memories of Dragonef empire. Not impressed.

"Papers please" Said Guard1 to us.

"My son and I are wanderers. We rarely go to towns." A fairly rude response by dad.

"Who do you think you are?! What is with that tone!" Shouted Guar- oh he seems to be a noble born. Armor more intricate and decorated with gold.

"On second thought become my slave to pay off entering this city and I'll treat you well" Seems like he noticed the cloaks aren't ordinary and his greed surfaced, for me he probably thinks he can sell or rent me to a brothel and dad as well maybe. We have noticed the females looking at us with desire. Dad more so cause I'm still just a child. Sadly dad doesn't like getting insulted. So do I.

"What did you say Worm?!" Dad exploded with pressure pushing back everyone and cracking the walls. I released my own but on a greater scale since dad is barely trying.

"Hiih! D-d-don't y-you know who I am!" Stated the noble born stuttering in fear. He retreated crawling away from us, Unable to stand due to the pressure.

"Ooh? Care to share vermin?" Said dad in a condescending voice. I know he is very pissed and is holding off on killing this guy.

"I'm a Fiore! The son of the Arch duke the brother of the king!"

Quickly shouted the noble.

"Oh? So the Arch duke family is this trashy?" This time I replied. Dad will hopefully restrain himself. He has a bad temper especially towards royals.

"H-h-how d-dare y-you! You will be c - committed for treason!" Shouted a random guard. Bad move.

"Do you want to know the reason I see you all as vermin? My son is barely 10% my power. And he is enough to decimate you." Goddamnit father. Arrogant as always. I see him gesturing towards me. I complied and released more of my power. Letting it coat over me. Lightning was getting discharged from me winds surrounded me blowing fiercely.

"What is going on here!" Shouted a guard. This guy looked different from the usual. He has intricate armor. The intricate carvings are actually runes. Bad compared to dragonef yet good today. His armor is dominantly black with gold markings. He is escorting a girl a year or two younger than me.

She is a girl with creamy white skin, light green hair with it reaching her back and has two fringes framing her face, Her forehead was mostly covered by it. the most being the middle tuft reaching to her nose. Her eyed are big and a little droopy her nose pert and cute her lips small and kis- WAIT WHAT? NO! I AM THE SON OF ACNOLOGIA! I WILL NOT GET ATTRACTED BY A WEAK HUMAN GIRL! Wait. She has immense magical potential...

I was trying hard to keep my face neutral but my dad seems to have noticed. he frowned but when he checked the girl he seemed to concede. She indeed has immense potential.

"Sir, May we know what has he done to irk you and your son?" Asked the important looking girl after a guard scrambled to her. of course being basically a half dragon I heard it, Dad did as well. The guard said

'Princess! The cloaked duo had no papers and YOUR cousin heard and noticed them. he said that the cloaks can be sufficient payment but the cloaked man got pis-angry and called him a worm and vermin.'

Noticing the emphasis to Your cousin made me frown. The girl seemed to not believe as well hence her question. Dad seemed to approve so he controlled his aura to avoid her since her sweating was noted.

"Hoo, Quite a smart young princess here. Well" I cut Dad off his disrespect making the guard of the princess angry.

"Sorry, Let me instead. The son of the arch duke there wanted our cloaks AND to make us slaves as 'payment' for our entry. He promised to take 'good care' of us. He did so when he noticed our appearances." I let my cloak open up. my cloak hood thing now not obstructing my appearance. I noticed the princess have a subtle blush.

"I believe he wanted to sell our rent me and my Dad at a brothel. Thinking we were only 'pretty boys'" I finished my story.

"Princess! That isn't true! Please believe me I'm your COUSIN!" Seems the worm mustered some courage. His voice still shaky though.

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After a game of asking spectators and with me pressuring them we got enough evidence and the princess apologised herself.

(AN: Didn't know how to write this part. And alcohol is a bitch. Kinda tipsy tbh.)

"I apologize for the shameless action of my 'cousin' Please tell me if I am able to help you, My father should approve since he wouldn't be pleased to make enemies of people who crack our walls with their pressure and barely trying at that." We felt the princess's heartfelt apology. Dad looked at me and smirked, as if to say, 'I approve'.

"Princess please, I am Fafnir Apoclia, We are only here to get a weapon." I introduced myself and stated our reason.

"Oh, how rude of me, My name is Hisui E. Fiore, The first born of my father the king." Said the now identified Hisui with a polite bow

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I summon forth!

CLIFF!

USE CLIFFHANGER!

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Edit.

Noticed i misspelled hisui as hisue.

Hopefully there well be a chapter. Kinda have a hangover. drank more after posting.

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