27 Chapter 27- The Real Young Master
On the top of the griffin Oliver, Marco and Polo were sitting awkwardly. Even though it had been around 2 hours since their travel started, they haven't completely gotten accustomed to sitting on top of a big ass bird flying hundreds of meters above the land.
Out of all the three of them, Oliver was the most 'stable'. Even though all the three of them were body cultivators Oliver's cultivation was clearly a level up them. After all, though both Marco and Polo were students of Olson and he had given them both cultivation techniques, Oliver was his successor and the only one who had cultivated both The Supreme way of Shiv as well as body control. Thus resulting in his stability as well as the raw power of his body above both Marco and Polo.
This by no means meant that they were weak. Both of them were tier 1 Body cultivator just like Oliver. After all, being an Olson blacksmith wasn't that easy.
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In the past 2 hours, all the information gathered by the boys had been shared amongst themselves and Olson. Filling up the patchy knowledge they had.
Olson told them all about how the meeting had taken place with the Human's representative.
He told them how he(The human representative) came out of a huge ass metal box that was flying across the sky and talked with the 7 heads of the seven great families which also included his.
They were told about the situation of the universe and about the humans, which Oliver already knew as it was public news.
While chewing on the last bite of his burrito Olson recollected his thoughts.
"Well boys, I have good news and potentially upsetting news. Which one would you like to hear first?"
"Good news" replied Polo instantly.
Olson took a deep breath.
"Good news is that in a month's time the human representative will come back to take the best children with the brightest futures with them to train them to become future fighters of the human race."
"So there will be a competition held in 3 days all around the world which will last for around 20 days to select 25 children which will be a part of the whole 'scouting' program."'
"Now the part you should be interested in is that every 'Great' family will each get 5 'seats' out of this. So there will be 5 children that are best from the families get selected to be taken away to become future warriors of the Human race."
"This will make a complete batch of 50 children."
Listening to the news, boys were surprised but it quickly turned into excitement.
"Don't get excited too early because you guys like all others have to earn this chance."
"And this is the bad news. Since you guys are my students you have to complete with the brightest brats of my family to get your spot."
"And although the selections are mostly based on your martial prowess. But since the human representative saw potential in our blacksmithing. He allowed us to add a couple of young blacksmiths to the list."
"Although he gave us a warning that since he allowed us extra 'seats'. These blacksmiths should be extraordinary for their age, the best of the best."
"Does that mean both me and Polo will be competing for the blacksmith positions?"
"Yes"
"Then what about me master?" Asked Oliver in a solemn tone.
"Your situation is a bit more complicated."
"Just like both of them, you also have to compete for the position. But you will be fighting for one of the 5 seats given to my family."
"Now situation would be simple if you were also one of my students. But you are my successor and now the only one in my family who is practising The Supreme way of Shiv. And... well, let's just say many of them are not happy about it."
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Olson paused for a moment to look back at Oliver's face. Seeing the same easy-going smile on his face. Olson suddenly laughed loudly making them almost fall of the griffin.
"Looks like you are not wimping out of it. Good Good, those brats have been becoming more and more arrogant these days anyways. Thinking that no one is above them. Just because they have received the best since their birth, it has gone to their heads."
"Listen Oliver, beat the shit out of them in the most humiliating way possible. Our family respects those with the strength the most. Prove them that you are the successor of OLSON THE GREAT. I have full faith in you"
"Hahaha, it will be fun"
The easy-going smile on Olive's face suddenly changed into a creepy one. "Of course, after all the best way to defeat a young master is to become a bigger young master."
They continued to travel for a couple more hours before their destination finally came into their view.
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The Griffin slowly flew down on a massive platform. When Oliver and others climbed down from the griffin's back they saw more than 50 stables out of which more than half of them were filled with griffins and some other types of flying creatures. From old to young many servants were taking care of these creatures. Feeding them, bathing them, grooming them, keeping them in their best shape so that they would be ready to take the sky at any time.
"These are our family mounts. A lot of time and care is spent in keeping them healthy... Look at you boys being so excited, don't act like a country bumpkin you will ruin my reputation."
"Hahaha, how about this if you guys win a slot for yourself I will gift each of you one mount."
"It's a deal." said Polo shrewdly
As they were discussing the contents of the deal 2 men came almost jogging towards them in the same attire as the other servants. Seeing one of them in front of the other they could easily identify who had a superior position among them.
Both of them bowed towards Olson as soon as they reached them. Only when Olson nodded did they straightened up. Finally, the man in front spoke, "Master you have returned just in time. The meeting with the manor lord is about to start. Manor lord was waiting for your arrival. I will take you and your students to him immediately."
"Hmm, let's go. It's not wise to let father wait."
The man in front bowed again and then look at the man behind him, "Take the griffin at gate 46 and feed him properly. It has made a long journey, it will need proper rest. See to it."
"Yes sir." the man bowed to the man in front and then bowed to Olson, then took the griffin away.
"Master follow this servant."
The man let them to the meeting.
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They arrived in front of a huge building not too far from the platform. The whole building was made of an unknown stone but one could clearly see it was unordinary. The stone was completely white with grey and black lines mixed in between as if engraving a beautiful river on the stone.
The whole structure gave a feeling of majesty and overbearing. Seeing this Oliver was instantly reminded of the first time he saw the shop.
'No wonder the shop looked like that. Sigh, how much does this even cost?'
As they entered humungous golden gates they saw a red carpet spread to the end of a long corridor swept under another huge golden door at the end.
Walking on it felt as if they were not going to a meeting but instead going to collect their Oscars.
"Master this is where I leave you. I cannot ender the building without orders." The man bowed and gestured towards the door.
Olson nodded and took the lead. He walked calmly to the end of the corridor right in front of the door.
He paused for a second and then put his hands on the door. His muscles bulged and he started pushing the door.
As the door slowly opened without a sound, the boys finally saw the lights flash from the other side of the door.
They saw a ginormous hall filled with bright white lights. You could clearly see the amount of money spent in making such a hall as even the great pillars erect were engraved with gold.
They saw people sitting on either side of the hall leading to a stage on the other side. They were sitting in an orderly fash from the youngest near the door to the oldest near the stage. And finally, on the stage they saw a man in his 40's, sitting on what could only be called a throne. A throne made of iron and gold.
You could see a similarity in every person sitting in this hall. All of them either young or of older age was buff as fuck. But the man on the throne...
He could only be described as the epitome of swole.
Olson led the boys to the end of the hall right below the stage and then bowed.
"Manor Lord, Olson has come to great you."
Seeing Olson, Oliver, Marco and Polo also bowed.
"Hmm, it's good that you are back my son. And who are these?"
Olson straightened up and replied, "These are my students, Marco and Polo. These are my shop's blacksmiths."
And then he gestured towards Oliver and said, "And he, he is my successor. He...
"He is the brat who has cultivated The Supreme way of Shiv." The manor lord interrupted Olson.
"Yes... father."
Olson's father aka The Manor Lord took a deep look towards Oliver, from head to toe. But when his gaze fell on the trident tatoo on his forehead he eyes narrowed. He took another second to observe Oliver and then finally said.
"Boy come forward."
Following the command, Oliver took a step forward before bowing and greeting, "Manor Lord"
"Hmm tell me, boy. Do you know how much importance does the body art you are practising, The Supreme war of Shiv, holds in our family? Do you know that only the eldest son of the family, only one of his generation can cultivate this art? Do you know that it is one of the treasures of the Great Briks family?"
"Yes Manor Lord"
"Then tell me, give me one reason why I should not destroy you right where you stand to get the technique back?"
Suddenly Oliver felt chilling aura on his back. Before he could even say anything he heard 3 voices echo from the back of the hall.
"Grandfather, this brat dares to cultivate our families supreme technique. Let me kill him."
"Yes grandfather, why bother asking let's just annihilate him and be done with it. He dares to be arrogant, a mear country bumkin endeavours to cultivate The Supreme way of Shiv, unacceptable."
"My brothers are right, let me slotter him and his family so that in the future no one ever even thinks of doing such a thing. Ptui, disgusting."
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Olson's father gave a look to the three buff males at almost the end of the hall. They were all almost the same age as Oliver. The look had a clear meaning of "Shut up". The three boys immediately closed their mouths but were staring daggers in Oliver's back.
"Listened to them boy? These three are the children of the youngest generation. They each have the right to struggle to win the chance to cultivate The Supreme way of Shiv. The right that your stole. Now let me ask you again.
Give me a single reason why I should not destroy you to get back my families tressure?"
Olliver went silent, but deep inside his anger had boiled to its max. He didn't care much about them saying shit to him because he did take something that was theirs and he knew that from the first day. In fact, he was ready to face the consequences if something as such happened in future.
But then an asshole went ahead and said shit about his family. His family, which had already become his reverse scale.
After all, so much had happened, everything that he held dear had been slipped out of his hand and he couldn't do anything about it.
The last comment by a snobby brat had tipped his scale.
//Looks like someone is gonna get fucked//
{Sigh, why kick a sleeping tiger?}
Oliver took a deep breath
'OM NAMAH SHIVAY'
The Trident that was always as a tatoo on his forehead suddenly came to life. As if responding to his anger bluish-white light shined from the trident.
Oliver looked directly in the eyes of the manor lord and said with an eerie smile.
"Because I am hundred timed better than the Trash you have grown in your family."
All the elders who were sitting calmly till now stood up.
"How Dare You Bra...
Before they could even complete the sentence suddenly the temperature of the room dropped. They looked back in the manor lord's direction to find out him looking straight at Oliver.
Seeing Oliver not averting his gaze he threw his head back and laughed that echoed throughout the hall.
"Hahaha, interesting very interesting. Looks like Olson has raised a real man."
"Fine then show me, show me how much better you are than one of the Bricks. Fight anyone the children of the younger generation and if you can defeat even one of them, then you can walk out with your life intact."
"No need with one of them. I want to fight all those three at the same time. Allow me to show you who the successor of Olson and the cultivator of The Supreme way of Shiv, Oliver is."
Oliver replied with his anger and battle intend ragging to the sky.
