The battleground was surprisingly close to the city, only a three day trip on foot, and even faster if you rode over on horseback. Altair decided on the former for the sake of saving money, and packed his things for the trip.
It had been a while since he had entered the dungeon and received Caim, his Djinn. But what the being had said to him was troubling. If he had another choice, he would have chosen someone else. To Altair, that meant he was the best of the worst. And that was unacceptable. Altair was setting out to prove that he was worth being a King. And in order to do that, he had to learn to wield the King's power.
The first day of his journey was very uneventful. The most exciting thing was a rat with only one eye that skittered past. The second day was much like the first, except that the wind started to pick up, and the pressure in the air grew. A storm was approaching. When he arrived on the third day, the rain started. Very slowly at first, but it picked up rather quickly. Not wanting to waste any time just waiting for the storm to pass, Altair set to training.
The rain was cold, and stung any exposed part of Altair's body. He drew Caim's sword and held it as though he was about to fight. "Hmm... i never got to see Yakuroro actually change form. But it must take Magoi to power it." Altair started small. The weapon charged and began to glow silver as the magic within it came to life. "Oh! Well if that's what that does, then..." Altair went full force. His Magoi exploded into the weapon, and almost without thinking Altair yelled, "Reave, Caim!" The magic congealed around his sword and warped it. in a flash of silver light, there in his hand was a new blade, similar to something you might see from Zou. "Is this a Katana?" Altair thought. From the hilt of the new blade was a black ribbon that wrapped itself around his right arm. It flexed and moved with him perfectly, never inhibiting his movement. In fact, he could swear it was making him more precise and powerful.
Altair reveled in his new found power. This was the power of Kings. But, in his Dream, Yakuroro was fully enveloped in his Djinn's power. What was stopping him from performing the same thing? Altair put his all into his next surge, but to his dismay, nothing happened. The glow increased to be sure, but there was no change to his body or the blade. ”Well, it’s not like I expected it to work on the first try anyways. But what should I do now? I haven’t exactly been out here long, so I guess I should keep training.” Altair started battling imaginary enemies even as the rain continued to pour down through the black skies. For hours Altair swung his blade, cleaving imaginary foe after imaginary foe in two. Soon he started practicing some forms that he used to do with Elisheba. He had to alter them slightly in order to match the more slender and precise swings of the sword, but in the end he had many of his old moves down pat.
~552/4000~
It had been a while since he had entered the dungeon and received Caim, his Djinn. But what the being had said to him was troubling. If he had another choice, he would have chosen someone else. To Altair, that meant he was the best of the worst. And that was unacceptable. Altair was setting out to prove that he was worth being a King. And in order to do that, he had to learn to wield the King's power.
The first day of his journey was very uneventful. The most exciting thing was a rat with only one eye that skittered past. The second day was much like the first, except that the wind started to pick up, and the pressure in the air grew. A storm was approaching. When he arrived on the third day, the rain started. Very slowly at first, but it picked up rather quickly. Not wanting to waste any time just waiting for the storm to pass, Altair set to training.
The rain was cold, and stung any exposed part of Altair's body. He drew Caim's sword and held it as though he was about to fight. "Hmm... i never got to see Yakuroro actually change form. But it must take Magoi to power it." Altair started small. The weapon charged and began to glow silver as the magic within it came to life. "Oh! Well if that's what that does, then..." Altair went full force. His Magoi exploded into the weapon, and almost without thinking Altair yelled, "Reave, Caim!" The magic congealed around his sword and warped it. in a flash of silver light, there in his hand was a new blade, similar to something you might see from Zou. "Is this a Katana?" Altair thought. From the hilt of the new blade was a black ribbon that wrapped itself around his right arm. It flexed and moved with him perfectly, never inhibiting his movement. In fact, he could swear it was making him more precise and powerful.
Altair reveled in his new found power. This was the power of Kings. But, in his Dream, Yakuroro was fully enveloped in his Djinn's power. What was stopping him from performing the same thing? Altair put his all into his next surge, but to his dismay, nothing happened. The glow increased to be sure, but there was no change to his body or the blade. ”Well, it’s not like I expected it to work on the first try anyways. But what should I do now? I haven’t exactly been out here long, so I guess I should keep training.” Altair started battling imaginary enemies even as the rain continued to pour down through the black skies. For hours Altair swung his blade, cleaving imaginary foe after imaginary foe in two. Soon he started practicing some forms that he used to do with Elisheba. He had to alter them slightly in order to match the more slender and precise swings of the sword, but in the end he had many of his old moves down pat.
~552/4000~