Chapter Fifteen: Training

A [soldier] rushes into the healer camp, carrying an injured soldier who has a deep gash across his side.

The soldier, covered in sweat, cuts and grime, plops the injured man on the table and then runs out, not even giving Jessica a moments glance.

Watching as the [soldier] heads back to the frontline, Jessica moves towards the injured man, becoming surprised that the man in question is actually still awake. His eyes look into hers, pleading for help.

Jessica moves her hand down, grabbing a dagger from her waist. She slowly moves it towards the man, systematically cutting the clothing out of the way.

She stops, gasping at the surreal sight. The man's organs are hanging out from an extremely severe stomach wound, a wound her magic would have no ability to heal in time.

Saddened, she turns to the man, shaking her head, watching as the man realizes he will die soon, only a rare skill keeping him still alive.

The man starts to cry, his tears falling from his face as he opens his mouth and coughs up blood.

Jessica moves towards the man's head, slowly placing her hands on his disheveled bloody hair.

"[Calming Mind]," she says, activating a skill which helps the man relax, his tears stopping soon after as the pain subsides. A moment goes by and the body goes limp, her own tears are falling on the man's forehead.

"May Eir guide you," she whispers, removing her bloody hands off the man's head, her strength all but spent.

Walking outside the tent, she finds several more tents like hers, all housing a [priestess] of Eir, awaiting the injured as they come from the frontline.

Turning to her right, she looks up at a young [Guard] who stands at the ready by her own tent.

"A soldier has died inside. Please remove his body," she orders, watching the man nod before entering her tent, carrying the bloody body out and towards a ditch already brimming with the dead.

Shaking her head, Jessica reenters the tent, taking a bloody rag and wiping her table clean… or as clean as she can. Sitting down on a chair, she hugs herself, trying to ignore the sounds of crying, screaming, pain. So many have been lost today and all because of power hungry nobility.

Not even a minute passes as two soldiers enter her tent, carefully plopping down an injured woman in armor.

An armor signifying her as a [Lieutenant], a leader of [soldiers].

Unlike before, one of the [Soldiers] does not leave the tent.

"Please help her," the [soldier] says in a panicked voice, his body filled with injuries, some rather painful gashes, but he just looks at her, holding his [Lieutenants] hand while the women lays unconscious on her table.

Standing up, Jessica moves towards the table, finding a rather beautiful redhead unconscious. From her body are several arrows Jutting out, most barely able to penetrate the steel armor, but one of them seems to have been a lucky strike which had went under the armpit, bypassing the armor and puncturing a large vein.

"She helped us. She save the entire company. Rode in on a horse, activated some skill, and we were able to outrun the enemy." he explains quickly, panic in his voice.

Jessica just nods, listening in while she slowly unstraps the women's armor..

"But she was hit. And when we made it to a safe position, she fell off her horse unconscious," he says, watching Jessica as she removes the armor covering the armpit, revealing an arrow wound which had punctured the vein. Blood still slowly pooling.

Confused, Jessica moves her hand to the girl's throat, noticing that indeed, the woman does have a pulse. Looking down, she quickly opens a pocket of the women's armor, revealing an empty vial of bloodgrass extract, a powerful potion that when consumed, would force a body to produce blood, useful if you cannot deal with injuries at the immediate moment and do not want to be low on blood.

But such an extract is extremely expensive and is usually consumed in small drops.

She drank the whole thing… she knew she was bleeding out.

Moving quickly, Jessica moves her hand towards the injury, quickly activating her skill, her hands glowing lightly, her mana already very low, but she perseveres, passing out after an hour.

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Waking up, Jessica opens her eyes, finding herself back on the leather covered stone bed, her body lacking any clothing whatsoever.

And then she screams, panicking, holding the leather blanket over her.

But nothing happens, nobody enters, and she slowly calms down realizing that nothing has happened. It was all a dream.

Taking a deep breath, Jessica gets out of bed and immediately finds her clothing, folded on a chair next to hers.

Biting her lip, she walks towards the clothing, slowly putting them on, remembering how crazy the last several days have been. Summon a [Hero] and become his slave. Enter a forbidden area and find herself in a dungeon. A dungeon that does not act like a dungeon at all.

The dungeon should be creating monsters, spawning them and using them to kill invaders. It should be protecting itself from other sentient beings.

But instead, it does nothing while an entire race of weird lizard people lives within… and the [Hero] is having sex with them.

Jessica stops, her pants halfway up to her waist, frowning as she remembers what Quasi had said… about how he had sex with them.

A blush slowly creeps upon her face only to be suppressed down, her oath not allowing for such activities unless she wishes to lose her faith and the abilities given to her by the Goddess Eir.

Sighing loudly, Jessica continues to dress, her mind moving towards yesterday and the so-called training Quasi had made her do.

A smile creeps along her face as she remembers how much progress she has made, how she had been able to heal so much faster with his advice and her surprisingly useful skill.

Finishing up by putting on her robe, Jessica tiptoes outside of her room, walking down the stairs, her gaze momentarily marveling at the new leather and bone container on Mule's back.

It is rather weird. I was so afraid of these undead, of their green skeletal light… but the purple light seems so relaxing, strong… safe.

Shaking her head, she moves towards the stairs, traveling slowly down, finding the place relatively empty except for some dried meat on the table and the fruit juice the lizard people seem to have.

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Quickly eating her fill, Jessica walks outside, looking for any semblance of Quasi, noticing nothing due to the confusing nature of the buildings, all of which look eerily similar with no signs stating directions.

As would be expected of a race lacking any form of writing proficiency.

Frowning, Jessica moves towards the stairs twirling down, heading towards the center of the city, the location of the dungeon stone and hopefully the area Quasi would be around.

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Moving through the streets, Aisha takes a left and then a right, passing an ally before jumping onto a roof, her eyes seeing nothing, but her senses allowing her to pinpoint objects. Though she cannot see very accurately and only during the day.

Aisha had learned to notice the moving light mana as it reflects off of surfaces, allowing her to visualize the strong bright impacts and the structure it encompasses. The only thing stronger are living beings, and one of the two new friends Aisha had made are those with the strongest light.

Smiling, Aisha quickly Jumps from building to building, sliding off a roof, landing on the ground with a roll and quickly running towards the light in the distance.

"Jessica!" Aisha yells, running towards the light that is so familiar to her.

The humanoid light turns around and gets on one knee, its hands opening widely.

Jumping into Jessica's arms, Aisha grabs hold of her neck, enjoying the comforts of a loving embrace, one Aisha wished for since her birth.

"Aisha," Jessica starts, her arms around the young Gajan," It's nice to see you. How have you been?" She asks, holding the blind affectionately.

Aisha returns the smile, her day brightening up considerably from just the physical contact alone.

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Jessica watches as the young Gajan shoves her face into Jessica, eliciting a satisfying and muffled "good".

Enamored, Jessica picks her up, holding her with both hands, watching closely as the Gajan moves her head away, taking a deep breath.

"Are we gonna play now, " she asks with a smile, her voice high pitched but clearly not fully developed.

"Maybe, but I first need to find out where Quasi is, " Jessica explains to Aisha.

Hearing the name of her other friend, her tail swishes in excitement but she forces a frown, a rather failed attempt.

"He said he is busy," Aisha pouts," he said he needs to train [soldiers]," she explains again, her pout barely visible while her tail swishes excitedly.

Lifting an eyebrow, Jessica smiles slyly, knowing quite clearly how excited Aisha is, an excitement she herself had felt when she was younger when talking about some amazing individual. Usually of a named person, like a diver.

"So where is he?" Jessica asks.

Aisha lifts her finger and points towards the wall.

"He is outside with a lot of people," she explains.

Nodding, Jessica strengthens her hold on Aisha and starts walking towards the direction she had been pointing.

"Then let's go find him," Jessica says, eliciting a pout from Aisha.

"And maybe convince him to play with us."

The pout quickly turns into a smile and then followed by a nod.

Watching the Gajan child relax back into Jessica's arms, she increases her pace towards the wall, her own curiosity rising each step.

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Shortly after Jessica makes it to the wall under Aisha's guidance, she walks up quite a few stairs and finds herself at the top of the wall where a plethora of children are watching curiously over.

The children give Jessica but a quick glance before returning their gaze outside the city.

Following their gaze, Jessica is quickly treated to an amazing sight of several hundred Gajan, training with bone weaponry… and getting yelled at by Quasi.

"Stop fucking getting hit! I gave you goddam shields," he yells

"I don't fucking care if your scales are harder than the shield. Whacking each other with a piece of bone is not fighting! You need to learn to block or you are going to get killed by something that will penetrate those scales."

The Gejan's in question that are being yelled at are actually the [Gajan Guards], who have learned to fight from the Druella nest, a caved area with swarms of low-level rat like enemies used to train young Gajan males into the [guard] class.

One of the males, sick and tired of getting yelled at, drops his shield and club. His scaled face hisses angrily, revealing his razor-sharp teeth as his tail swishes predatorily.

Like the other males of his kinda, he is tall, strong, and covered in powerful scales.

"This training is worthless!," He yells, walking towards Quasi," why must we learn how your weak kind fight. Your kind uses magic. We Gajan do not," he continues, stopping twenty feet from Quasi," the only reason we are even doing this training is that Anathema has ordered us." He seethes, glaring angrily at the human who sits relaxedly on a large stone boulder extending from the ground.

Hearing his words, the other Gajan stop their training, including the entire hunting group as well as the younger untrained Gajan who wanted to join the expedition.

In total, about 350 Gajan stop and turn towards Quasi, unsure of his reaction.

A smile forms on Quasi's face, a smile similar to how a predator makes when pathetic prey thinks themselves stronger.

With a relaxed movement, Quasi grabs his staff and jumps off the rock, twirling the staff in his hands expertly as he makes his way towards the angry Gajan.

"Fine then, let me show you what my kind can do without magic," Quasi says, bending his knees and taking on a defensive stance.

Without waiting for a second, the [Gajan Guard], angry, extends his claws and rushes towards the human.

Quasi, lowers his stance, Jumps out of the way, dodging the clawed hand by mere centimeters.

Still smiling, Quasi weaves expertly around the Gajan, seemingly dancing, weaving through blows with the most minimal of movements, always centimeters from getting hit, but never actually allowing purchase.

Having seen the endurance of the scales, Quasi changes his movement, twirling the staff in his hands, increasing its speed while still dodging the frustrated swipes of the Gajan who is starting to slow from exhaustion.

With a quick dodge, Quasi spins his body and slams his staff into the Gejans leg, creating a loud clang and dislocating the Gejans knee, forcing the four hundred pound lizard to lose his footing.

Without breaking any momentum after his first strike, Quasi uses the impact to spin his staff the other direction, jumping into the air and slamming his staff on the Gejans back, forcing the lizard into the ground, cracking scales and internal bone.

The whole movement was so fast and precise that the Gejan did not even have time to scream before being struck unconscious.

Quasi stands back up, turning away from the unconscious Gejan and looks towards the others. All of the guards stand straighter, showing newfound respect towards the [Hero] who had just beaten down a level 63 so easily.

The hunting group just stares at him lustfully, especially considering that they are comprised primarily of females which find powerful males extremely attractive.

"Back to training," Quasi yells, activating his [loud Voice] skill and making sure all of his people have heard.

At the sound of his voice, the Gejan immediately resume training, putting significantly more effort than before… especially the women.

Turning away from the Gejan army Quasi is training, he mentally calls up one of his Desbats, having it fly towards him. Once landed, Quasi mounts the undead and orders it to carry him to the wall opposite of where a group of fifty children talk and point excitedly, having watched the entire fight from start to finish.

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Jessica watches as the undead latches onto the side of the wall, allowing him to dismount and walk up to her, a cocky grin on his face.

"Enjoy the fight?" Quasi asks.

A frown forms on Jessica's face as she looks towards the Gejan unconscious on the ground.

"Will he need healing?" She asks, ignoring Quasi's question.

Taking a pause, he leans over the wall and looks towards the prone figure," Nah, it would be best to let him heal naturally. He needs to learn his limits, otherwise, he is going to be a liability for himself and those around him."

Jessica slowly nods, understanding the situation, perfectly content to let the [Hero] handle everything.

"What happened?" Aisha asks confused.

"Quasi had a fight and won," Jessica answers, tightening her hold on the young Gejan.

"Ohhhhh, so that was why he was moving so fast," Aisha exclaims, having only seen the light of Quasi's movement.

Before Aisha can say anymore, the sound of screaming children can be heard far down the wall, running directly towards Quasi.

"Crap," Quasi calls out, quickly mounting his undead," I will see you later." He says, ordering his undead to fly.

"Jessica, make sure you go to the dungeon stone," he yells, waving away.

At that moment, a large group of children starts to whine, watching the [Hero] fly away.

Smiling, Jessica looks down, finding Aisha looking back at her, her gray eyes seeing nothing.

"Want to go visit the dungeon stone?" Jessica asks.

"Ok," Aisha answers with a smile, laying her scaly head back down on Jessica's chest.

Turning away from the training soldiers, Jessica heads down the stairs, towards the giant glowing stalagmite.

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"So, you are admitting he is capable," Anathema says, watching as Zorren uses a crystal to smooth out a massive bone club.

*Sigh*" As much as I hate to admit it, that… [Hero] knows what he is doing," Zorren answers back, continuing to scrape the bone with care.

"Ohhhhh… how so?" Anathema says, amused, especially considering that Zorren very much disliked the idea of Quasi leading.

Zorren stops, placing down his piece of crystal," He is showing impressive leadership, leadership equivalent of someone with a high level in a [Chieftain] class. He has already gained the respect of our people."

An annoyed frown forms on Zorren's face," Especially the females."

Anathema snorts loudly, suppressing a laugh, getting an annoyed glare from Zorren in return.

"I'm serious, its like he is using a skill on them. The males have come to me. Me of all people, complaining that the females are ignoring them."

Zorren shakes his head," The heck am I supposed to do about that."

Anathema laughs, enjoyed the annoyed and confused expression on Zorren's face.

"Oh, it's not a skill. You should know that Gajan females are attracted to strong males. Our instincts are telling us that he has massive potential, and each time he proves it, we get more and more turned on, wanting to carry his egg."

Zorren shakes his head, grabbing another piece of a crystal shard, working on the bone once more, a rather slow process due to his lack of a usable arm.

" Tell me Anathema, what is the [soldier] class?"

A confused look forms on Anathemas face, her scales crunching up on her forehead," I may have heard of the class, but I don't remember too well what it is for. Why are you asking?

"I am asking because your [Hero] has forced more than half the Gajan to pick up that class."

"What?" Anathema says, getting angry for the first time.

"Yes, after the training, he told them to take up the [soldier] class." Zorren reiterates.

Anathema's tail swishes, showing her teeth," Does that idiot not realize that more classes will make it harder to level? It is best to only have one class, otherwise, you are weakening yourself."

*Clank*

Zorrens crystal shard breaks, a piece of it falling on the floor. Frowning, he grabs another shard, continuing his work on the bone," Maybe… but I don't think he would weaken the Gejan unless there are benefits to be made."

Anathema's face softens slightly, having realized that the damage has already been done and that there is little she can do to attempt to fix the problem.

*Sigh*" Your right, might as well let him have his way. Not like I can get angry at him, especially considering how he was in bed."

*Clank*

Zorrens crystal breaks, his hand shakes, and then relaxes as he grabs another crystal, a frown clearly on his face. But he stays silent.

"How will he handle the dungeon boss?" Anathema asks, changing the conversation." It is rather difficult to kill that thing. We usually lose people every time we fight."

"He won't," Zorren answers quickly," he asked me to kill it, saying that he would rather not lose any Gajan to it unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Oh? And you think you can kill it on your own?" Anathema asks, folding her arms across her chest.

Zorren stops scraping, putting the piece of sharp crystal with the used pile and stand up from his seat.

His good hand grabs the bone handle and picks it up, test swinging the 200 pounds easily with one hand," Fighting monsters is much easier than fighting someone who can bury you into the ground." he says, giving Anathema an annoyed look before setting the bone back on the table.

"Did he tell you when he said he will leave?" Anathema asks, watching as Zorren walks towards his bed, sitting down, contemplating the battle he will soon need to fight.

"At cycles start.."

Noticing that the conversation has ended, Anathema leaves, allowing him to mentally prepare while she heads towards her home… contemplating on sneaking into Quasi's room.

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Walking closer to the dungeon stone, the first thing I notice is the lack of guards.

Normally, two [Gajen Guards] would be stationed near the stone, standing strong and tall to protect it from wandering curious children.

But today, no guards can be seen, more than likely being trained by Quasi for his army.

An army. In only a few days he is already building an army.

Tightening my hold on Aisha, who elicits a soft coo in response, I step forward and extend my hand, placing it upon the dungeon stone, a sense of excitement washing over me.

Congratulations!

[Priestess] class has increased to level 46

Skill [Minor Heal] has been upgraded to skill [Heal]

New skill awarded.

You have gained the Skill [Anesthetic touch]

Requirements Met. Attempting to upgrade class [Priestess] to class [Medic]

....Upgrade Failed. Entity Eir has restricted class change.

Class upgrade Cancelled.

The words flow into my mind, an ethereal thing considering all I am doing is placing my hand upon a stone.

Shaking my head, I remove my hand, staring at the stone in bewilderment.

For some people, it could take years to gain six levels, especially if the class is of a higher level.

A frown forms on my face.

I've heard of class restrictions, of classes unable to be obtained due to the devotion of a god. But I did not think it would happen to me.

And what is that [medic] class? I've never heard of it before.

"Jessica,"

Getting out of my thoughts, I look down, being met with Aisha's concerned gaze.

I smile towards the child, tightening my hold on her.

What is it with children to put me in such a good mood?

"Can we go play now," Aisha asks, her tail swishing back and forth.

I nod, slowly walking away from the stone. My worries and thoughts fading away as I focus on what's important at this moment...

"Yea… let's go play."