Orario and balance 2.293

After Kain and Hephaestus checked the great sword that Viggo showed them, they explained that the feeling transmitted by the weapon was not good. It was as if it induced the user to conflict, to fight relentlessly. Viggo smiled and thought he had to talk to Kiara when she comes to visit.

After this meeting, Semiramis took Hephaestus to talk business and Viggo took his father to his room on the third floor.

—The future is complicated— said Viggo as he walked down the white corridor with the blue frames of the windows on the right side —and I will need your help—

—You know you can count on me, boy— Kain replied, with the natural varnished furniture on the left side —but can't it wait? You see, my grandchildren are waiting for me—

—Your grandchildren can wait— Viggo replied with a funny smile —they're small enough to know they're not going anywhere—

Kain let out a sigh and nodded. Both walked shoulder to shoulder. Kain had white hair while Viggo had red hair. Both same sizes, the tallest in the family. For some reason Tatsumi had only reached 1.80 meters while Flora only 1.65 meters. Viggo and Kain exceeded by a few centimetres the two meters in height Will it have something to do with the soul? Viggo wondered.

Viggo arrived in front of his room, opened the door, and let Kain in. The latter saw the somewhat messy bed with women's underwear scattered on the savannah. Viggo looked at him with a smile, walked quickly, and hid the clothes under the lids of the bed. The windows had been left open, so the scent of the night before was gone.

—I'm sorry— said Viggo.

—Don't worry— Kain said, accustomed to such a scenario. Women could be ordered with everything in life except their underwear. He wondered if that made them good lovers. Kain shook his head and looked to the left, where there were dozens of painted pictures positioned throughout the room. He became interested in the one in front of a stool. It was all his grandchildren in one painting. Only Caenis, Uriel, Bell and Kenshin were painted. Solomon and Gwynevere needed to be painted. Kain stopped in front of the painting and thought of said princess of sunlight. It was a great surprise that she was born from the union of Viggo and Semiramis. His soul was still strong because his name had not changed. Kain wondered if it was because of the divinity that Hera gave to Viggo. Does it have to do with affinity?

—Come, father— said Viggo —I'll give you a copy of the painting if you love it so much—

—That would be great— Kain replied.

Viggo led Kain to a secret door on the left side of the bed, where he had hidden the advisor Kain created to take Viggo to the secret room where he keeps the painted pictures. Both positioned themselves on the platform and pressed the round button in the centre of the ground. The elevator went down producing a buuuuuuu and quickly reached the underground. The place was lit up as if it were an art gallery with paintings everywhere. Mostly the paintings that his wives had asked Viggo. For some reason, the floor was soaked and looking at where the water was coming from, Viggo saw that the stains led him to Alfheim's painted painting. Viggo frowned thinking of Rosewisse and that surely in the company of Brunnhilde they had taken the children to take them to the beach. She had made a quick trip to get something and left the ground soaked.

Viggo shook his head and murmured —I hope she won't fall— then he looked at Kain and said —Follow me— they walked to the painted desert picture on the fifteenth floor of the dungeon. Upon entering, they were met with a spacious area with nothing but barren land and solid stone walls.

—OK, how can I help you?— asked Kain, looking at his son.

—Struggling— said Viggo —and teaching me what you know about sunlight. In two days, we will go with Ottar to the depths of the dungeon, and I need to improve. You said sunlight can cut everything —Kain nodded and Viggo continued —in that case, it's time to learn how to occupy my second divinity—

—It's not that simple, boy— said Kain —maybe by your divinity you can achieve mastery, but sunlight is like a wild horse very difficult to master—

—I have the time; I have the paintings and I will occupy them to master the sunlight at a decent level—

—And your wife?—

Viggo frowned and replied —she knows, I explained, she doesn't like me, but she accepts on the condition that I occupy the paintings only once this year—

—In that case, well, we can continue— replied Kain —just don't lose sight of what's important for chasing force—

—I know, father, I think and evaluate everything I do. Within my scale of values, occupying the paintings to learn something is always a seven. However, my family is a nine on my priority scale, so you know—

—That's good, do you still remember the jeet kune do?— asked Kain, pointing his fists forward as he placed his left leg in front of his right and open at shoulder height. Kain began to jump and surround Viggo. However, the latter raised his hand and stopped him.

—Wait a minute— said Viggo, he took from his ring a chain with a stone as large as a turquoise eye and golden runic engravings. He put the chain around his neck, channeled mana to the turquoise stone that was Ivaldi's mind and looked back at his father.

—Is there anything you didn't tell me?— asked Kain.

—Of course, they are my secrets, it's what gives me an advantage over you— Viggo replied playfully, put himself in a boxing position and continued —go ahead—

—Boy, you'd better take a commensurate posture like jeet kune do or you're going to stay behind. Boxing is good, but it has no kicks, a great help in combat—

—If you prove it to me, I'll think about it—

—No touki?—

—Without touki—

—Ok, you wanted it— Kain replied.

Viggo saw his father throw himself smoothly, as if dropping forward, his figure looked blurry and sluggish, but suddenly appeared in front of him and threw a succession of punches at his face. Viggo tried to raise his guard and cover his face, but he received five immediately and only then could he cover himself. Kain continued to attack nonstop, but Viggo was able to break the rhythm of the attack by moving his face sideways and dodging the punches. Kain jumped back, Viggo prepared to throw a punch, but Kain jumped forward and kicked him in the stomach that turned Viggo into a projectile that flew into the distance.

—I told you the kicks were good, you idiot son— Kain said and walked to where Viggo had fallen.

Viggo got up from the ground with a bleeding nose and a sore face and stomach. He wasn't using any magic reinforcement Why did it have to hurt so much? Viggo was almost certain that his old man had cheated and was using touki. He looked to the left and saw Kain, the long-white-haired elf walking in his direction. Viggo got up, wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, and got into a boxing position.

—Not Jeet kune do yet? You know? I'm going to teach you a good lesson— Kain said, slowly approaching.

—You talk too much— said Viggo, ran with all his might, came in front of Kain and threw five punches to the face at a high speed. Kain was dodging them all with only the movement of his body and when Viggo tried to give him a side, Kain crouched, passed under the arm, then jumped, raised his left leg, and kicked him in the face. Once again, Viggo turned into a projectile that flew out until it fell on the barren earth, rolled a couple of meters, and stopped upside down.

Kain asked in a mocking tone —boy, stop being so stubborn. It's not like I invented this thing, but you must accept it, it's a good combat technique. In that world where I learned Jeet Kune, martial arts had lasted for thousands of years. A hundred forms of combat had been born, but none as versatile as the jeet kune do—

Viggo leaned on his hands and saw that his face had left a large blood stain on the ground. He helped himself with his arms and sat down. Kain came to his side, bent down and looked at his blood-stained face while his nose was crooked.

—Come here, boy— Kain said, pulling out a bottle of water and cloths to wipe him of his ring on his right hand. Viggo pushed him away in an annoyed state, Kain patted him on the head, and Viggo glared furiously. Kain didn't get angry, he just told him —if you weren't so stubborn, we could do things the easy way, but you always must be so stubborn. I know you have your way of doing things, I don't want you to be me, I want you to be better than me, but if you keep putting this barrier between the two, it's not going to be possible—

Viggo looked down and nodded. Kain let out a sigh, took a towel, soaked it in water, and wiped his face.

—You know, son, I love you with all my heart, but sometimes I think you're the dumbest in the world— Kain said with a tired look.

—Why?— asked Viggo as Kain wiped his face.

—Because yes, being able to learn things the easy way, you look for difficulty—

—That means I want to become strong on my own—

—No, that means you're dumb— Kain replied —you see, being strong, training and improving is hard enough. As they say out there, is there any need to reinvent the wheel?—

—No, father— Viggo replied in a soft voice.

—In that case, damn, damn it, take my knowledge, my things and become extraordinarily strong. They are for you, damn, you are my son. It's the most logical thing to do is to take everything I have and keep it. Then, when you have all my knowledge, you will train, you will become stronger and better than me. That's all I expect from you and that you're happy too—

—I'm sorry, Father—

Kain let out a sigh, finished wiping his face, took his nose and straightened it. Viggo let out a small cry of pain, and then stroked his nose. Kain sat on the floor in front of him and asked —Well? Are you going to show me that it does that? Looks interesting—

Viggo looked at his father, he knew he was referring to the eye-sized turquoise stone hanging from a chain around his neck. Viggo took off his chain, held the stone, and concentrated. Then he showed the image of Kain made of pure energy. The next instant he also showed Viggo and replayed the whole fight. Viggo concentrated to the point that he removed the clothes of both and only the bodies were visible. Then he removed the skin, and the muscles were exposed. The unused muscles were a green colour while the occupied muscles had a yellow colour and only the muscles that exerted the greatest strength were in red. Viggo tried another little and the muscles disappeared. Then there were two skeletons fighting against each other.

—This is...— Kain said incredulously that there was such technology —incredible, wonderful, I can't find the words— he looked at Viggo, smiled and he ruffled his hair —you're a smart boy—

Viggo smiled contentedly as he heard his father praising his idea. By keeping the data of his combat in Ivaldi's mind, he could reproduce them whenever he wanted and study them, as well as learn where he should focus his strength so that the blow reached its maximum performance. Viggo was proud, he didn't want to learn from his parents, he didn't want to be in their shadow, but he wasn't foolish enough not to realize that, in all Orario, his father was the best fighter and that every move was the refinement of a life of discipline.