Sparring

(-1 Day passed-)

(-March 1, 2061/ 11:30 PM /Current location: Training grounds-)

Mordred and Anastasia are on the training grounds.

She brought a giant punching bag over 80 ft. Tall with a meter that measures the strength of an attack.

[Anastasia: Mordred, punch this big 'ol thing with all your strength.]

[Mordred: It looks like it won't budge at all.]

[Anastasia: It's supposed to. I manage to flip this big 'ol chunk of sand with only a tier 3 magic spell. I'll give you a reward If you can flip this thing.]

[Mordred: Okay. Don't back down on this.]

Mordred walks towards it.

He made a fist with his right hand and positioned his body. His feet far apart and his right-hand way behind the back. Almost like he's stretching it.

He begins to move.

Mordred punched the bag with all his might.

It was so strong that it produced winds that could pull the roof off a house.

But it was not enough to flip the bag but only caused it to sway a couple of times.

[Mordred: When did I get so strong?]

[Anastasia: After the fight with the wolf, your body's immortality had a jumpstart. Ever wonder what happened to those limbs? Your body loses its limits and turns into what they wanted you to be.]

[Mordred: It's like I'm a machine.]

[Anastasia: Of course you are. The immortality you have uses your mana as fuel. Since your immortality is based on your mana, it's possible to stop it with sacramental weapons.]

He hasn't even opened his first gate and it's this powerful. Just what is going on inside that mind of her?

Mordred asks a question.

[Mordred: If I were to be in a field that negates magic, should my body heal or not?]

[Anastasia: Interestingly, it doesn't stop. Remember what I said? The immortality that you have uses your mana as fuel. In which case your immortality is a trait, not some sort of magic spell that is constantly activated.]

Mordred sighs.

[Mordred: Being an immortal truly is a weird position to be in.]

Anastasia smiles with curiosity.

[Anastasia: Wanna fight me for a moment?]

[Mordred: Sure. I can properly gouge out everything I have if I do it.]

[Anastasia: Well, ain't you just like him.]

Anastasia walks to the end of the training grounds.

Mordred runs to the opposite end of the training grounds.

Anastasia and Mordred assume their stances.

She has her hands open wide while Mordred has his closed.

[Anastasia: Get ready boy.]

Anastasia covers the distance with blinding speed.

Mordred is in a guarding stance before it happens.

He dodges the barrage of fists coming towards him.

Dodging left and right until he is unable to.

He distances himself from Anastasia to stabilize his breathing.

Anastasia taunts Mordred.

Naturally, this will aggravate anyone but this motivated him.

Since my body's limits are gone, I'm certain that my movements may be faster and stronger.

Let me surprise her.

He runs around with overwhelming speed. The ground below cracks, breaks, and causes debris to bounce around.

Anastasia loses her equilibrium due to the ground shaking ferociously.

Mordred uses this chance and strikes Anastasia with all his might.

His knuckles made contact with Anastasia's hand.

Dust clouds formed and coated the training grounds.

She defended with her palms and countered it.

Anastasia hits nothing but air.

[Anastasia: Clever.]

Anastasia cast her burst magic "Wind push" to remove the dust cloud that envelops her.

She sees that he was nowhere to be seen.

Where is he?

Is he using invisibility? If so, I should have sensed his presence already.

Unless he is.

Above!

Mordred plunges down with unsound velocity and obliterates her face into oblivion.

I managed to get a hit on her.

But something is off. The texture feels like sand when my fist collided with her head.

Out of nowhere, a hand grabs Mordred's right shoulder. The body in front of him falls down and turns into sand.

[Anastasia: Good enough boy. You could use a little more substance to your moves.]

She strikes Mordred in the head, knocking him unconscious.

(-5 minutes later-)

(-11:35 PM-)

What is this thing pressing on the back of my head? It's soft and bouncy. It doesn't have any fabric but it feels like I'm in heaven.

Mordred opens his eyes, he sees Anastasia's face above him.

[Anastasia: Oh, you're awake. How's my lap? Does it feel good.]

Mordred closes his eyes.

Anastasia squeezes his cheeks.

He squeals in pain.

[Mordred: Please stop, It hurts.]

[Anastasia: Then wake up! Stop enjoying my thighs.]

Mordred stands up with a little bit of dizziness.

Anastasia reviews her fight with him

[Anastasia: Boy, your dust cloud and attacking me from above are outstanding but it's too simple. You could have followed multiple attacks after the dust cloud then attack me from above. My point is it's too simple. You want your opponent to act irrationally, overthink and throw him off. But you gave him time to think.]

[Mordred: Confuse my opponent?]

[Anastasia: Precisely boy.]

[Anastasia: Once he loses it, You can use that chance to deliver a powerful blow.]

[Mordred: I better take notes.]

[Anastasia: No need boy. Experience is what you need, not notes.]

A woman wearing a uniform arrives inside the grounds.

She has blonde hair and blue eyes. Like a Royalty's daughter.

She kneels down to Anastasia.

[????: Greetings, It is I, Alpha. Lord Charles needs to speak to you in his office.]

[Anastasia: Okay. Bring some juice for him, alright?]

[Alpha: As you wish.]

Anastasia walks back to Charles's office. While she was walking, her forehead bleeds.

Alpha talks to Mordred.

[Alpha: You're the kid that Lord Charles adopted right?]

[Mordred: You're right. Is there a problem?]

[Alpha: Nothing. It's just that, you are still too weak to face him.]

[Mordred: Who are you talking about?]

[Alpha: You will know soon enough. But for now, you are in the dark.]

Alpha takes out a drink from her magic storage then throws it to Mordred.

Mordred catches it.

[Mordred: What does that mean?]

Alpha walks away with her task completed.