The Chronicle the Fenix Clan

A Tower is high

Zhonglei burned his spirit to make him firmly complete the ten rounds, with two large jars filled with water. Of course, the water in the filled jar more nearly filled the loggerhead, making it difficult for him to complete his task.

Accompanied by the cheers of the spiritists from his group, Zhonglei smiled wryly. Just as he had completed two rounds, the water in the jar had been reduced by a quarter from its contents.

When in the end Zhonglei completed ten rounds, his face grew increasingly wry. The water in the jar is left two parts of the overall power of its contents.

"I'm too careless. It's the way I run irregularly, the roar of breath is gnawing, my whole hand is shaking so much that the water from the jars is wasted"

Zhonglei regretted his incompetence. But he was surprised. There was not the slightest hint of condescending or disparaging words that came out from the lips of Coach Aragoroth. Instead the coach let out words that excited Zhonglei.

"When I became an academy student at the same age as you, I even left only a few drops of water in the jar.

If you are diligent and diligent, I am sure... You will complete the task I gave you, plus the bonus is the benefits of this hard training"

Zhonglei's heart was warm. A sense of inferiority due to his incompetence in the field of battle and magic, immediately flew all the way away from him. What is in his heart now, is a burning determination to catch up with his knowledge compared to other friends.

Zhonglei secretly glanced at the other three comrades twirling around, performing the technique that Coach Aragoroth taught him.

"This is just a simple basic movement of how to set the horses when swinging the sword. Later when you guys have me feel ready, then I will teach you this sword technique of the Academy of the Dark City.

A sword martial art called the Bianglala Temaram Sword Art"

A commotion rang out among all the academy students present in the Weapon and Martial Arts lesson. Indeed, Coach Aragoroth taught in 2 to 4 lessons in their class. His abilities and will as a Level two Battle Witch had him given many assignments to teach in that Academy.

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Today passed as usual. After getting tired of the magic lessons and battles, the students went for dinner in the large hall. Delicious dishes are served by the work of the Nuli who are employed as Assistants to organize tidiness and all the dishes in the academy.

Zhonglei is starving. He added once again a plate of mashed potatoes mixed with a large hunk of beef cooked in the style of Mountain Dish in the West. For drinks he took lychee soda plus a delicious caramel pudding dessert.

"I had to restore all my energy drained away in training last afternoon.

When I train with Imam Lu, I will not look tired because all my energy has returned to how it was"

The boy's feelings were engulfed in excitement. He recalled his promise with Imam Lu, who as a War Veteran expert of the Level two Shulam Warrior, of course Imam Lu had special tricks so that in his time he was appointed as a warfighter.

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The night was approaching, the time showing at 10pm, when night officials were touring the city knocking on gongs and shouting, ' he said,

"Time shows at 10 pm Temaram City time, you should hurry home to avoid unwanted things"

Indeed, there is a custom in the Central Region Country that is widely inhabited by Han people. Every night when the time began to show at eight p.m., special officers would tour the city, hitting special gongs and warning people outside to hurry home.

However, this does not apply to a child in the room of a shulam candidate known as a supporting expert. Zhonglei slipped like a cat, out of the bedroom he was with three other comrades. Like a lizard, he crept through the windows, then jumped like a cat into the cisterns of the academy building.

"Hap-hap-hap" said Zhonglei's light footsteps, who was wearing straw shoes to dampen his movements.

Then under the shadow of the half-luminous moon, Zhonglei moved from one ridge to another, so that he looked like a bat, as the Blue Nomrog robe weaved in the wind.

(I forgot to tell you. This afternoon Zhonglei finally obtained a Blue Nomrogh robe).

Zhonglei spun on the ridge of the Academy, then after 180 degrees of rotation, he suddenly saw the tall menra, appearing to emerge from the void.

"Arrayc.. Later on I will practice array techniques like this" Inner Zhonglei.

Zhonglei stood at the foot of the tall tower, he raised his head up, far away from his sight.

"So high.

"Does this Imam Lu really have the intention to train me personally? Why did he give me a test that I felt I couldn't possibly do?"

Just now that he was about to think of cursing the cruelty of Imam Lu, he suddenly saw a rope made of rolls of clothes that were joined one after another, until it eventually became such a long rope.

A voice whispered in his ear,

"Good !"

Zhonglei. The answer whispered,

"With what shall I go up, O Imam Lu?"

The voice filled his head...

"Soundless boy !

Of course using the rope I just lowered it.

I don't think I need to go into more detail, how do you use that rope, right?" a mocking tone sounded within the whisper, which made Zhonglei's ears flushed red.

"All right, I understand" he said

With a loud breath, Zhonglei climbed up the tall tower, using a rope that Imam Lu had pulled from the top of the tower.

Half an hour passed, Zhonglei had just passed half of the tower's height, when he started to feel tired. Both of his hands trembled violently, enduring pain and fatigue. His whole body was drenched in sweat, although the wind was blowing that night and autumn was approaching.

At the second count of his current position, Zhonglei slipped, with his hand unwittingly releasing the grip on the rope. He slid down, free-falling unhindered.

"Cathell !

I'm dead this time. It's over all my dreams to become a sorcerer" Zhonglei quipped inwardly.

But all that despair disappeared for a moment. While making a hissing sound like the blowing of an angi,

"Srstttt"

The giant rope swerved like a snake. The tip then violently wrapped around Zhonglei's waist, making the little boy restrained, halted in the middle of the tower's mast.

"I survived" Zhonglei thanked. She had just been sweating coldly.

Then then an enormous force, felt as if it was dumping itself, so that Zhonglei's small body crashed fiercely into the air.

"Suiitt" then felt his body being pulled by a powerful force, which he knew he saw himself falling, gently falling on the straw in the very top of the tower.

While sweating coldly Zhonglei saw Imam Lu smiling at him.

"Good ! You're not a scared kid like I thought you were.

Your determination is so great, and I feel good to train you personally"

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