46. True training pt 4

"Good, but just so you know, i only released the aura of the early first order, don't get too confident after passing this small test".

Osiris said with indifference while he stared at Adam as he struggled to catch his breath and regain his bearing.

Watching Adam's eyes constrict as he heard what he said, Osiris felt joy as he watched Adam realize the hell he would be going through.

"Now go over and fetch me that sword"

Osiris said while pointing to another weapon he had carved from regular plain wood that only had a trace of mana within it due to it growing in the outer ring of the mana-rich forest.

Setting aside his spear nearby, Osiris looked up to see Adam slowly walking over with a slight tremor within his step.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Osiris appreciated his own craftsmanship and design he had carved into the sword.

The design being of the draconic nature, which was very much unique compared to the elven design he had made for the spear. 

Its characteristics being that the grip was etched with scales reminiscent of a dragon's body while the lower end towards the pommel taking on the design of a dragon's tail wrapping around the base to form the pommel.

Towards the blade, the guards were shaped into two scaly wings that protected the user's hand and the chappe was formed into the head of a dragon that bit onto the blade.

The blade itself was the standard blade of a longsword while etched onto its sides were letters in the draconic language that simply spelled his name,  'Osiris'.

Should Osiris possibly lose this sword that he planned to keep as a memento for his first craft, it might someday be returned to him.

And Osiris didn't feel the need to name every weapon that he ever uses, as a weapon should only be named should one be willing to carry it with him till death do part.

Taking the blade from his first official disciple, a name only given to Adam since his wives diddnt count as official disciples but pseudo-diciples due to the nature of him being their husband, Osiris waited a couple of minutes for Adam to finally fully recover from the shock of Osiris's aura.

Seeing how long it took for Adam to fully recover surprised Osiris as he didn't think the miniscule amount he released was that potent, however he would have to rethink and train more in the art of aura manipulation so that this won't happen during training again, and wasting precious time.

But time was never truly wasted for Osiris, since with all the knowledge stored within his inheritance just sitting a thought away, he was always constantly learning something new.

Gaining his bearings, Adam somewhat felt embarrassed at how long it took himself to recover, after hearing that the aura Osiris released was only of the early first order.

His and his sister's cultivation had recently reached the peak-mid first order after the many meals that they had with peak first order beasts that Osiris brought home every night.

Two or three more days and they might reach peak first order, which brought the three much more confidence since other than Osiris, they were the strongest people in the village whose chief was only a retired mid-first order war veteran.

Now however, Adam felt a reality check before arrogance even got the chance to fester within his ego.

A slap in the face that told him the actual strong people could still crush his ant-like strength with just a glance.

And though he also recognized that maybe Osiris was just a monster in his own right and was a bad comparison to make for himself, someone with even half of Osiris's strength was still daunting.

And why not compare yourself to the strongest, if he was going to be a warrior in the future, he must steel his resolve to compare himself with everyone and become the strongest he can personally make himself.

Getting into an attacking stance, Osiris inwardly smiled at Adams' determination and the strengthening of his will he could sense when looking into the depths of his eyes.

Getting into a defensive stance, Osiris shouted.

"Begin!".

And with that, Adam pushed off the ground with one foot and launched an attack on Osiris using his full power, a privilege of having a monster of a teacher.

Sweeping the blade from the right, Osiris deftly parried it by meeting Adams blade and guiding it along the side of his blade, effectively guiding the strike to completely miss its mark.

Being thrown off balance by the power he had put into that one strike, Adam wasn't prepared when Osiris struck back with an upwards slash of his own.

Getting struck in the ribs by Osiris's slash, Adam pulled a couple feet away from Osiris while reeling in pain.

Though he didn't feel it broke any bones, it most definitely hurt like hell and would leave a massive bruise in the morning.

Looking up at Osiris in shock, the man in question simply stared back at Adam with a cold look.

"My wives are the only ones who have the privilege of not getting hit by me, you do not have that privilege".

"If you do not want to get hit, then use your head to fight".

Looking into his cold eyes and feeling the pain radiating from his ribs, Adam began to take this training even more seriously than he already was, for pain was a big motivator to anyone.

Who in the hell likes getting hurt?

Except maybe those masochists who hide whips and chains in their bedrooms, nobody truly enjoyed pain.

Definitely not Adam at least, so as he got back into stance, he began to map out a battle plan within his head, treating Osiris as a true enemy and not some wooden dummy that would take all his strikes and give pointers at the end.