The dragon's harem

Chapter 772 Martial Training

Arad looked at Zul, ”What do you say?”

”Iʼm not becoming a dracolich, I rather die.” She looked back at him. ”I didnʼt even have a chance to live my life. How could I tread the undeath.”

”Sheʼs right.” Eris looked at Arad, ”Turning into an undead like a lich would prevent her from mating, eating food, and caring about wealth. Sheʼll become an emotionless monster that seeks magic and power.”

”[Arad can fix one of that before she transforms.]” Doma stared at them with a grin and everyone glared at her. ”No!” They growled, including Zul.

”Iʼm trying to get my void to only erase it. Itʼll take some time as Iʼm not old enough to do it, and I lack knowledge about the internal workings of a dragonʼs body so I have to make it perfect. I say a few days are enough time.” Arad turned toward Lydia, ”Sheʼll survive that long, wonʼt she?”

”Iʼd say if she lived this long, there is nothing that prevents her from surviving another week.” Lydia turned toward Zul. ”Donʼt exert yourself and call if anything changes. Weʼll look for draconic healers while Arad works on his magic.” Lydia stood and turned toward Eris. ”I doubt weʼll find books about draconic anatomy in the universityʼs library, but letʼs give it a look.”

Sara turned toward Betty, ”Youʼre the chairman. Do the libraries have anything that could help?”

Betty shook her head, ”I donʼt know. I may be the chairman, but how in the hell would I know that? Ask the librarian there, or search the whole thing, it should be organized by letters.”

”It should?” Aella stared at her, ”Itʼs organized, right?”

”Itʼs been a decade or two since I went there, Iʼm not sure the librarian there is still the same.” [=w=]

”Arad,” Merida approached him. ”If youʼre focusing on your void, can you still fight?”

”I wonʼt be able to use magic, but I can fight physically.” He nodded.

”I wanted to ask you to join our training tomorrow…”

Merida had joined a class specialized in studying martial arts, specifically weapon arts. They take ancient manuals and scrolls to learn about various stances, weapons, and ways of fighting. They usually practice with each other or the teacher responsible for them, but, Merida was having a problem. She wanted to test some dangerous techniques that even the teacher refused to test.

Aella turned toward them, ”I heard she kept beating everyone to death, including her teacher. No one can keep up with her.”

Arad nodded, ”Of course, Iʼll come train with you.”

Merida looked at him with a happy face, ”Thank you… I wish Iʼm not bothering you.”

”What about your class?” Mira stared at them.

”Iʼll talk with Lucia,” Betty gave Arad and Merida a thumbs up. ”Just donʼt destroy the place.”

Arad nodded and looked at Zul, ”Call if anything happens. Donʼt wait like this time, you might end up dead for real.”

”Iʼll try.” She sighed.

Arad stood, ”You have enough food for a while. Donʼt try to hunt; Iʼll bring you what you need. I know dragons refuse to get help from others, but at least bear with it until you get healed.”

”I know.” She looked away.

Arad expanded his wings, ”Is everyone ready to get back?”

Everyone nodded and he teleported them out.

Zul took a deep breath as she was left alone, laid down, and looked at the hydrasʼ corpses. She remembered the scales on Aradʼs neck and back, the front claws, and the edges of his wings. ”How is that thing a juvenile?” She could guess Aradʼs age from his appearance, but both his size and magic didnʼt match that.

****

When Arad and the girls returned to the university the sun had already sat. ”Iʼm going back.” Arad waved his hand as he watched them walk toward the girlʼs dorm. Tomorrow is going to be a tough day.

In the morning, Lucia stared at the class, and Arad was missing. She sighed, looking at the notice signed by Betty on her desk. Aron is to assist the martials class…

”As you might see, Aron has an assignment that he needs to finish today. Who of you would be lending him their notes?” She stared at them. If no one would do, sheʼd write everything for him.

”Iʼll do it.” Matilda lifted her hand.

Anansi stared at her. ”That beautiful handwriting of yours, or should I call it feetwriting? I doubt even chickens can write better.”

”Hey! What do you mean by that?” Matilda growled at her.

”Iʼm saying no one can read those scribbles of yours.” She growled back.

”Iʼll do it.” Selina mumbled.

”Would you?” Lucia looked at her with a smile. ”Then Iʼm counting on you.”

”Teacher!” Matilda gasped.

”Sorry, but I do agree with Anansi. Iʼve told you several times to fix your handwriting.” She stared back at her and she sat back down. ”Sorry, Iʼll make it better.”

Anansi laughed at her and Lucia immediately gave her a deathly glare. ”I donʼt need to remind you too. Did you deal with it?”

”Yes…Iʼm fine today.” Anansi looked down with a red face. She isnʼt used to controlling her webbing in this humanoid form yet, and so yesterday she failed to keep them in and filled her pants. There were just spider webs, but to keep her identity hidden, she lied to Lucia and told her it was something, and blamed it on stress.

****

Outside, Arad stood beside Meridaʼs teacher, a man called Edward Von Lumiric, a retired silver knight.

A silver knight is a rank in knighthood only topped by the royal guards, and despite his young age, Edward reached that rank and retired due to a severe injury to his knees, it was a damned arrow.

”Aron, I used to be an adventurer just like you, but then I took an arrow to the knee.” Edward said with a sad face. The silver knightsʼ main job was defending the cities against monsters by using tactics and siege weapons; they are the people you call when a giant monster shows outside the walls.

”I know that but…” Arad looked at the studentsʼ training, ”What are they doing?”

”Practice, they canʼt handle weapons safely.” Edward replied. ”I separated them into sparring partners based on level, class, and gender so they wouldnʼt harm each other. Iʼve also made sure they used wooden swords and arrows.”

”Will monsters care?” Arad looked at her.

”What important now is their safety.” Edward said with a smile.

”Thatʼs stupid.” Arad looked back and saw Merida practicing on her own, swinging her blade at an imaginary opponent like she was shadowboxing.

Arad took his shirt off.

”What are you doing?” Edward gasped.

The girls in the arena stopped fighting and stared at him, gasping as their eyes fixated on his chest.

Arad took his shoes off, ”Iʼm going to teach them first, then go to Merida.”

”Teach them what?” Edward stared at him, confused.

”Teach them how to fight, and how to survive.” Arad glared back at him with a deathly stare, he wasnʼt joking.

”Stop there, this is a mock training, donʼt take it seriously.” Edward exclaimed.

”I wonʼt kill them, but theyʼll cry.” Arad approached the arena and pushed a cart full of sharp weapons toward the students.

As the cart fell, everyone stopped sparring due to the noise, seeing him walk in.

Thud! Arad stepped into the ring; everyone could feel him, a heavy and oppressing aura as his eyes glared at them.

”Use those to kill me. Iʼll hang anyone that faints outside, naked.” One of the students gasped, ”What are you…” Before he could finish, Arad rushed in and punched him in the guts, sending him rolling toward the weapons.

As the student stopped rolling, ”Pick a weapon. Iʼm a monster thatʼs here to kill you, come at me, fight teeth and nails, cling to life, and donʼt dare give up. A fight is never painless.”

”What…” Crack! Arad kicked him again the moment he started to argue and sent him rolling away.

”Kill the fucker!” The guys growled, picked weapons, and charged toward Arad as the girls watched. Some of them get excited, and some only marvel at the beauty of… Arad glared at them with a passive face and glowing eyes.

”He isnʼt coming for us… is he?” A girl gasped, and he charged toward them.

”Aron doesnʼt care.” Merida said in the back, ”You get beaten to a pulp if you donʼt move.”

CLACK! Arad charged in, smacking half of them into the air like a truck. Some of the girls rolled, some started crying and some got knocked out cold.

As Arad turned to keep beating them up, one caught his wrist and swung a dagger at his eye. He dodged the attack and kicked her away. She stopped herself by doing several flips and landed beside the weapon pile, picked a halberd, and stared at him.

”You donʼt know how to treat the ladies, do you?” She growled.

”Iʼm a monster. A bear wonʼt wait for you to cry, come at me.” Arad lunged at her with a fist.

She swung the halberd at his neck, but he dodged and swung a kick at her.

CLANG! She blocked the kick with a halberd, surprised at the sound it made. Aradʼs kicks didnʼt seem normal; heʼd break their bones if they got a direct hit.

”What are you all doing?” She screamed at the other girls. ”Youʼre fighters, rangers, swordswomen, and archers, come to fight and stop crying about it.”

All the girls charged in as the guys did. In a few minutes, Arad picked a fight with the whole martial class and was winning.

CLING! A flashing blade came out of nowhere toward Aradʼs face. CLANG! Arad bites the sword, seeing itʼs the teacher going for the kill. ”Messing with my class like this!” He growled.

”Want to play?” Arad mumbled with the sword between his teeth and then swung a fist at the teacherʼs wrist.

Edward tried to pull his sword, but couldnʼt as Aradʼs jaw refused to let go. He was forced to abandon his blade.

Arad lifted his hand, waving it ahead of them as if showing them his rings, ”Itʼs a free experience for everyone, come take it. And hurry so I can go train with my wife.”