The three stood there in silence.
As the room echoed with a clasp from Cassiel stopping Albus' blade, Elysia's legs grew weak, causing her to fall to the ground on her knees.
The silence was deadly.
Cassiel stared at Albus, his gaze unwavering.
"Albus... you've won the third and final round." Cassiel says, letting go of Albus' sword.
"I-"
"Save it, you two can take a break, we will wait for Kislev to arrive before continuing." Cassiel quickly finished, walking away.
Albus looked down at Elysia for a couple seconds, before turning around and letting out a sigh of disappointment, disappointment to his own self.
He was disappointed at the fact he had forgotten to stop his sword.
…..
After a couple of minutes pass, Albus and Elysia sit near Cassiel, while also being apart from each other.
Elysia in embarrassment, and Albus in disappointment.
Finally, however, Kislev, the man they were all waiting for, arrives in the room.
…..
For a noble, his outfit was quite crude.
It was a brown leather outfit with a dirty tan-colored fur lining, with gloves and boots to match.
His hair was in long, brown dreads, tied behind his head in a ponytail with only a couple hanging on the front of his face. His hair was finished off with a small goatee as well.
With one eye glowing red, and the other covered by an eyepatch, all together... he looked like a casual forest bandit.
"Sorry, am I late?" He questions, looking over at the trio as they sit, his voice deep.
"Very, but I'll let it slide this once." Cassiel responds, grinning.
…..
Cassiel had sat bored after the fight with Elysia and Albus finished.
However, with Kislev now arriving, he could finally start his own training.
"You three, you're all going to be fighting me." Cassiel says, standing up.
"After every match, I'll give you all pointers to work on, and we're going to fight until every last one of you is short of breath."
Elysia and Albus' faces go pale, not expecting they'd be going against the king himself.
Kislev, however, seemed rather unimpressed and confused.
"Sorry, but what makes you think I need them two to fight you?" Kislev questions.
Albus and Elysia dart their eyes straight towards Kislev, scared for his life.
However, Cassiel lets out a bellowing laugh.
"You have good humor, Kislev, very well then, me and you will fight first, the other two can join after." Cassiel laughs, smiling as he steps to the sparring ground.
Kislev rolls his shoulders as he moves forward, entering the sparring ground as well.
"Just so you know, they call me The God Fist, and I'll show you why." Kislev says, smiling.
"Alright then, Kislev Mori, The God Fist, show me your very best." Cassiel says, smiling as well.
As the two stare at each other from across the grounds, they each release a bit of mana, as a way of showing dominance.
The only issue, however, is Cassiel doesn't let off too much, not wanting to scare Kislev off, only to be surprised by Kislev's amount of mana.
"It's good to know I won't have to hold back too much, Kislev."
With these words, the match starts as Cassiel charges Kislev, not drawing his sword as he loves a chance for an all out brawl.
Getting closer, neither of them stop moving forward, until they finally clash fist to fist.
Each of them sends out countless punches, only for every one of them to be blocked or dodged by the other.
Only after a couple more exchanges, Cassiel finally dashes back, seeing their attacks are going nowhere.
Kislev, though, takes the chance.
As Cassiel is moving backwards, not having any momentum, Kislev is dashing straight at Cassiel, which leads to him landing a punch straight to his stomach.
Cassiel gets blown back a meter, landing on his feet.
He was surprised, Kislev's attack hurt him a bit more than he thought it would.
"Wow, you really are strong for one of these new generation nobles." Cassiel grins.
Kislev continues, his thoughts unwavering, believing he has the upper hand in this spar.
"I thought Sebastian said you were the king? You're pretty weak, you know, so maybe I'll take that title!" Kislev announces, charging Cassiel.
This completely shifts Cassiel's mood.
Within a blink, Cassiel is in front of Kislev, his fist piledriving straight into his face.
This attack completely shatters Kislev's momentum, and his nose.
Laying bare on the ground, Kislev blinks before finally hopping back up.
"W-What the hell...?" Kislev stands confused, only to be met with a right hook.
Flying to the side, he lands on the ground before standing right back up.
"You were holding back, I see..." Kislev says, his mood changing as well.
"I WILL NOT LET ANYONE LOOK DOWN ON ME!" Kislev yells out, a golden mana pulsating from his body.
"There it is, Kislev's trump card." Elysia mutters.
"What are you saying?" Albus questions, looking over at her.
"Kislev... was born with holy magic."
"W-What..?"
"And what he's doing right now... it's a huge buff, one that increases his overall power by around fifty percent."
"That's... insane."
"But it won't matter." Albus adds, finishing the conversation as the room is shook with Cassiel's fist connecting with Kislev's arm.
With Cassiel's fist being blocked at the side of Kislev's forearm, a shockwave travels throughout his body, making him spurt out blood from the attack, before he counter attacks Cassiel himself.
Throwing another gut punch, Cassiel extends his hand out, blocking the attack with his palm as he sweeps Kislev's legs.
With Kislev defenseless on the ground, Cassiel stomps on Kislev's leg, cracking his bone almost in two.
Having a high pain tolerance, Kislev bites down on his bottom lip, before putting his hand up.
"I-I surrender, you wi-"
Before he can get the last word out, Cassiel stomps again, completely snapping Kislev's leg, making him cry out in pain.
"Think you're still more fit for king, Kislev?" Cassiel mocks, before he turns around, heading to take a seat.
…..
As Kislev's leg finally heals after minutes of waiting and writhing on the ground, Cassiel finally stands up once again, announcing to them that their training will begin.