"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload three chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1000+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.
The three disciples, tired from a long day of training and, in one case, attempted murder, finally rested their weary selves in fluffy beds. The servants left the sleeping quarters with torn, sweaty clothes in their arms. All was quiet. This was especially true since the general, who was usually busy with his "shitload of bullshit" paperwork, had left to escort Kilot home.
The house went dark. Thomas crept out of bed while Frey lifted Elero out of hers. "We shouldn't talk here." Elero whispered, pointing out of the window.
"This is good enough," Thomas whispered back. "We shouldn't go out onto a flat mountaintop, where there is nowhere to hide, unless we plan on running across."
Frey raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you get good at skulking around?"