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Innate

Henry is an orphaned boy from a "royal" family who hasn't seen the world with his own eyes, he finally gets the chance to gain experience and shape himself to be a good person but elnot all experience is good in this world where chaos could let loose anytime he must find a way to survive Arthur's not (I couldn't for the life of me find a cover that would be click ait for the man of culture out there but this is a good novel please give it a read and let me know what you think) Disclaimer I don't own the cover picture and I have no rights for it

The_Sad_one · Fantasia
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31 Chs

Innate

The group sat in a cold bath, their muscles ached from running around all day. Henry and a few others also sat in the bath but not because their muscles ached. Henry's team had lost three goals to six, two of which were scored by Henry himself and the last one was scored surprisingly by the scrawny Finn.

"What a lovely day this is" Trevor who was also in the cold bath sang to himself , he had been in a good mood all day, the others knew that he was just adding salt to injury but everyone ignored him.

"Rigil, who do you think is better at soccer between me and you" Trevor asked with a smug smile. Henry believed that the win, had gotten to his head.

Henry then tuned everyone out and started cultivating the mana in the surrounding, if one compared the mana here to the mana found in the cave with a giant crystal, it would be like comparing garbage to a rare gem. Henry didn't know if he'd be going to that cave again so he decided to stick with what he had.

"I don't know Trevor, maybe you" Rigil who had scored the most goals from their team responded, he unlike his teammate, wasn't happy. He found Trevor to be a sore winner.

The other boys from both teams were starting to get annoyed by Trevor's boasting. Some of them wanted to drown him in the bath, just to shut him up, while the others thought of leaving.

"Anyway, has anyone heard about the details of tommorow's test" Luther also irritated by his friend, although he cared for his friend, the dude annoyed the living hell out of him, so he changed the subject.

"I don't know maybe it's gonna be a contest of some sorts"

"I heard that it could be a quize"

The boys threw their guesses but no one came with an actual answer, they hadn't received any information, all they knew was that, tommorow was gonna be an event held to test each any every of them.

"I think it's gonna be a battle royal of some sorts, remember what the old lady said, she said that it was something that was usually done at the end of the year. I asked a second year what the did last year for finals and he said that they had a battle royal" Rigil spoke up, what he said sent everyone into thought.

"How's that gonna be faire, I heard that a kid from the Fyr family has already reached 1st order, meanwhile some of us are still just at the beginning" Trevor exclaimed in protest.

"Maybe if you closed closed your mouth and focused on cultivation, you'd probably be at seventh order" Rigil said causing the others to burst out laughing.

"Your just jealous of my charisma, anyway it's like those royals don't even experience the cultivation fatigue, how am I suppose to compete with that"

Cultivation fatigue was a phenomenon that occurred when a person cultivated long enough, long enough for their skin to start being sore and itchy. Cultivating mana in such a condition would have negative effects and would do more harm than good, after all mana wasn't something compatable with humans.

Cultivation fatigue was what stopped most people from cultivating all day everyday. When you first started cultivating, the time you'd be able to cultivate would be short and you would have to wait a while and recover before you even thought of cultivating. The was a way to increase the duration one could cultivate at a time and that was practice, over time the body would get use to cultivating mana and thus the duration to cultivate would increase.

"Isn't that the reason why they are better than us normal folkes, that's also the deference between you and them" Rigil responded to Trevor's complains.

"It doesn't matter who you are, everyone experiences cultivation fatigue, including them. They are not better then us, the only difference between use and them is that they have bloodline that helps them a bit, take that away and they are just like me and you" Luther said with a straight face, although Luther didn't show it, Henry sensed some anger and disdain in his voice.

"I wonder which family he is talking about, must have ended ugly" Henry thought as he opened his eyes. Yesterday he had experienced cultivation fatigue and stopped cultivating but he was good to go again in the morning, so he cultivated which caused his skin to be irritated the whole day. It finally calmed down when he was playing soccer earlier, so now he decided to cultivate again.

"Then how could you possibly explain how one of them has already reached first order, it's madness, they are obviously cheating" Trevor said in anger.

"Anyway let's get out of here, or our balls won't grow back to their original size" Rigil said as he got up. They had been in the bath for so long that he couldn't feel his legs.

*Gasp*

"Innate!"

The boys stood up and not long after a boy screamed out, the whole bathroom turned to face this boy who was screaming absurdity.

"What are you talking about" Trevor asked the boy with an annoyed look.

"He has an innate weapon" The boy with a shocked face shouted again and pointed.

"Me?" Henry looked at the boy who was pointing at him in confusion.

During the first war against the other creatures, humans discovered that when they killed the other creatures, the creatures would drop treasures, the treasures ranged from weapons like swords and bows to spells like fire and ice. These treasures had immense power, so much power that they could change landscapes withing seconds, these treasures were called innates.

Innates were categorised by type and grade. The types of innates were; weapon type, spell types, beast types, summons types etc. A person who used a weapons type could only have weapon innates and was stuck with them for the rest of their lives. The grades of innates were catagorized by rank, they went from rank one to rank ten, the higher the rank the more sought after the innate was.

During the second war, humans discovered that they could attach innates to their bodies in the form of tattoes, the only catch was that a person needed to be first order to be able to even think of getting an innate. Another thing was that there was a limited to how many a person could have at a time and they were limited by the type they could have.

"The cold must have gotten to your head, how can a normal person have innate" Trevor said with contempt,he dismissed the boy. The others did the same.

"No just look at his back, I saw it" the boy shouted gaining everyone's attention again, everyone turned to look at the man in question.

The accused, Henry, was also confused, he reached for his back and tried to look. When he turned around, the others saw his back and saw nothing. There was nothing on Henry's back, besides muscles.

"There's nothing there you dumbass" Trevor said in annoyance, the others looked at the boy like he was crazy.

"No I'm telling the truth, I saw it" like the boy who cried wolf, the others ignored him. Remembering Henry's shocked and confused face, Luther also dismissed it and turned to leave.

"What did you see" just when everyone had walked away, Richard walked up to the boy and asked him.

"I saw two short blades, the blades were overlapping each other forming an X, it was there I'm telling you." the boy said frantically

"Was there anything else you saw" Richard asked the boy. Richard looked at Henry's back and found nothing, he was starting to doubt the boys words.

"I don't remember, I think there were some weird writings on the blades, I don't know" The boy started doubting what he saw, he calmed down and thought about it properly, the more he thought the less sure he was.

"!!!" Hearing the boys description of blades Henry was shocked, because the description sounded like the two blades he got from the dungeon boss. The last time Henry saw them was when they were taken by that mysterious old man.

Did he make them my innate? Is that what he meant by giving me a reward? They were of low quality though! How is that possible when I haven't reached rank one though? Multiple thoughts went through Henry's head but he kept a straight face and said nothing.

Asking himself multiple question he didn't have the answers to didn't help him. Everyone moved on and forgot about the whole thing, except for Richard. Richard looked at Henry suspiciously, he didn't trust him at all.

The group left the bathroom and went to the cafeteria to eat their dinner, before calling it a day. They all decided to call it a day and get some rest, tommorow was gonna be long day after all.