Master Of None

There was a small leviathan that swam through the air and chomped down next to the nearest supporter. The wounds left were a small grace but enough to cause a few drops of blood to fall and terror to reach the supporters' hearts. "The ancient monster Scylla was known to have twelve feet and six leviathan heads. When I was born I had a connection with six leviathans who hatched at the same time. I did not know this until I unlocked my system and began to exhibit traits of the ancient monster." 

Scylla's clothing fluttered and five leviathans snaked in the air around her. "They are my family and part of my very soul. I may only have found five so far but when the sixth comes home we will finally be complete. Until then they had the skills to swim in the air as long as I am around. Good luck." 

Scylla had explained this to them but her words fell on mostly deaf ears. The support squad was terrified of what they saw before them. The small leviathans could control their size and were now doubled. Every single elf could feel that they could grown more but chose not to. Scylla just smiled as she watched the squad fall in to chaos.

Her leviathans always missed their targets by a sliver, they only grazed them making it required for healers to use their skills. Those with buff skills needed to boost those around them so that they could avoid attacks and tail whips while those with debuff skills slowed and tried to stop the leviathans. 

Scylla had chosen these elves because she knew how easy it was to crush an army by targeting its healers. She had used this strategy a few times in her life against small demon attacks. These were mostly due to the younger demons running away to try and gain their own fame, but inevitably it led them to cause trouble elsewhere. This was also a very common tactic taught to any who studied war strategy. 

As Scylla pushed the supporter trainee squad to their limits to guide their strengthening, Remey was taking a much different approach on the other side of the training area.

"You all have these amazing training dummies made from rubber root trees, yet you can't hit for the life of you!" Remey had challenged a few to land some hits on her but every single elf that had was brushed off like nothing. Remey had either dodged, blocked, or taken the hit right on. "Have any of you even given a single thought in your punching techniques? You all just use your skills without body training to back it up."

Remey's apparent anger made all of the elves feel like they had failed their own family. She was looking down on them like an older sibling who had found out they had broken their favorite toy. "And you over there with your daggers and short sabers. You think you could cut anything with a shaky arm like that? Ha! Trying to join the spell swords is only a pipe dream for you." 

The mocking tone shattered the hope of every single one of them who did not realize their guide would have such cruel words. "All of you will be using the first skill they every learned that has to do with combat fifty times in a row. Anyone who can not do this should go and level up because you are not worth training." Remey couldn't do this herself but knew that if she did she would pass out multiple times. 

"Lady hero, we are limited by the amount of mana we have at our level-" Remey cut the elf off completely. 

"Then you use mana potions and keep training! I have created potions above my level using such a method. I have trained the same punch and kick over and over again until I know exactly what it means to move that single body part and commit to that action. I don't even think when you attack me." Remey had harsh words but spoke large amounts of truth most brutally.

Remey knew as a close combat system user she would need the heat from the fire of anger to truly bring out her strength and determination. It was something that every single close combat system user learned early. However, these elves seemed to slack in their own mental training. Remey had a huge headstart from watching the old master alchemist for hours and hours. She had toughened her mind to resist falling in to blind rage and lose her technique. 

This was not the case for many that she looked at now. They had poor technique and obviously attacked with unbridled anger which would only harm their own bodies and minds. "We are the elf race thaT stands at the pinnacle of nature. How can you belittle us like this? You call yourself a hero?"

On elf stepped forward to argue back at her. This was what Remey wanted. "Then show me how you can actually harm me. Or are you too untrained since elves only rely on magic and archery?" Remey finally brought her point out in the open. This was a truth that many elves that had close combat systems dreaded. They were always at a disadvantage and only had each other to train with. Even the spell swords had magical ability once they got far enough in their system quests. 

The elves had nothing to say against her words since they struck the heart of their slow advances. "Fine, then we will do this trial by fire. We will make a ring and battle this out until one person stands in the center. once that person is decided they will get to rest while we all start again. This will repeat until every one of you is out of mana and health potions and collapses." Remey spoke words that emanated death. If the elves thought their training was hard before today they had only been dreaming.

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