Meeting of the Swords. (Private Social.)

Ca-Elum steel slicing cleanly through three sandbags, each bag burst from the sheer force of his strike. Sand scattering across the floors, he quickly disintegrated it with black flames. His blade was one of the sharpest out there, but with the combination of his sheer strength; he made quite the mess. Fortunately his god slayer flames had reached a level where he could effortlessly disintegrate things, especially after he discovered his true lineage. It was not easy to find out he was technically royalty, but the question remained. How did he tell his family? It was not a big deal, he was not going back to Midi. Fiore was his home, but if the entire country of Midi found out the head of the Kasai clan was still alive, there would be some unwanted political debates. He did not wish to meddle in their affairs, and as such he would make that clear to them. A smirk crossing his pale lips, he allowed his sword to do the talking while he took out the sand bags at a powerful speed. The guild master often found himself lost in thought during training. The use of his blade allowed for thoughts to flow, perhaps being the best time for his ideas.

The new scent in the room would cause a break from his training, as it was perhaps one of his most favorite scents; that of his daughter. Ardere turning around, a smile formed with his lips. Well hello my little cinder, nice to see you. Lifting his already unsheathed blade to block her strike, sparks scattered across the ground. She would back off, but he moved into give her a big hug! I'm taking a break from missions for a bit, so we can spend some time together. Releasing her from the embrace, his pale hand ran across her red hair before returning to his hip. Walking back over to clean up some of the sand, he ran his fingers through his thick hair. So I don't lose my edge. Even if I am strong, there's always someone out there stronger than me. Training is the only way to keep myself in peak condition aside from being out on a mission. Hard work is how I got here. Stopping that would deter my growth, and there is always room for you to grow. Tightening the red headband through his brown locks, the Fire King looked to his daughter with an arched brow. And why do you smell like a sweaty omelet?

Chuckling a little bit at his daughter, Ardere loved to see her all huffed up about things. He admired her resilience, but she had quite the temper on her. Even so, he wouldn't mind training with her. He loved to spend time with his daughter, they had a lot of fun training and eating too much desert. Some would say he spoiled her, but with a mother like Sayrn she was sure to turn out just fine. Waiting for her return to the training room, he gripped the handle of his blade tightly. She was a hard little worker, and probably needed to relax a bit more, but he loved to train as well. A smirk cross his lips, the Fire King would ready his blade. Then show me what your blade can do. She was quite eager to fight him, and he liked that. It was certainly what he had hoped for in a daughter, but he was curious as to how far she had come. There was only one way to find out, and that was to test it. Taking a stance, he could easily tell her move was coming by the shifting of her wait and the movement of her hips. Bringing his blade up to block hers, he stepped back a bit. Flames coming towards him, his sight of Hephaestus allowed him to see right through the fire. Shrugging off the flames, he brought his blade from the side to block her strikes. Repeatedly blocking each attack she threw, he smiled slightly. Let's see how well you do then. Watching her body glow orange, it was the first time he had seen her magma blood fully come into play.

It was certainly quite fun to watch her try so hard to beat him, Ardere loved it. Blocking her next strike he readied himself. He knew he was quite faster than she was, but he was enjoying letting her have fun. Smirking slightly, he kept Clarent high. Not bad. As the blue blade of flames began to come down, he dashed around the attack and around his daughter. He was using his full speed to teach her a lesson, about when it came to fighting opponents stronger than her. It was highly unlikely she would hit him as he moved around her, but he waited a moment for her to register where he was before pushing her away. If she was successfully pushed, he would go in for two horizontal strikes, one after the other. He kept his speed back on these strikes, so she had a chance of dodging or blocking. His goal was not to hurt her, but he did want to make sure she was pushed closer to her limits. Looks like you'll be buying me dinner soon if ya don't hurry. After his two strike combo, the fire mage let a low ranked burst of black flames out towards here. Firing from the center of his palm, it was powered up by his tattoos and natural affinity for flames, but it was still not beyond her capabilities. Flame God's Palm! Smiling at her, it was quite the commotion.

Twirling his blade as the black flames scorched across the ground, Ardere waited for his daughter's response. She was quite eager to fight him, and he expected a ferocity unlike any other. She was his daughter after all. A black aura coating his entire body, the fire mage powered up. An aura with such intensity, that anyone in the guild hall would feel it. The red flame tattoos appeared on his face and neck, lighting up as they did in battle. As soon as she charged, he shifted his stance back a bit. Twirling his blade around like a fan from side to side, in an attempt to avert her feigns, he had a good idea of what she was trying to do. The strikes would just barely nick his arms, as he was allowing her to do a bit of damage to him. These nicks would just pass through his fire body before closing up, but they did a tad bit of damage. Not anything he couldn't shrug off. Unfortunately, her punch would merely pass through him and the hole made in his body would close up in flames. With his fire body, physical strikes would deal less damage. Her hand would be burnt, but it was nothing that could not be easily healed. She would receive no permanent scarring, but it would hurt like hell for a little bit. His daughter would back off a bit, prompting a smirk from him. Her hand was now extended, likely for a ranged attack. Shifting his weight to the side, his increased perception allowed him to just barely step to the side and avoid her fire chain. As he side stepped he would charge in, his face right next to the chain. He could feel the intensity of the flames, and they were impressive for his lovely little cinder, but he was the Fire King after all.

Dashing in towards her, he used his actual speed to appear right in front of here within the blink of an eye. Smiling devilishly at her, he performed a light side kick to send her back a couple of meters. It would not fully harm her as he did not use his full strength, but she would likely be knocked back a bit shaken by the kick. At the point of impact, he would blast flames from his foot to send himself backwards several meters. These flames would not deal any damage to her, but they would contribute to the knock back. Flame God's Dash! Landing several meters away, Ardere did not hesitate to pull out a C ranked attack on her. Slamming his fist into the floor, a large burst of flames would erupt from the floor. Flame God's Ragnarok! Black Flames crashing towards her, if she recovered quickly enough from the knock back, this attack would be well within her range to block or counter. He had faith his daughter would do just fine, as the distance he created would give her a bit more time to react. He was pulling his attacks on her hard, but he was going all out when it came to his defense. She would be pushed to her limits, and eventually land a true hit on him. For Ardere, this was not about winning or losing. This was about teaching his daughter valuable lessons, and enjoying something they could share interest in. Come on, you can do it hun.

Waiting, Ardere dug his feet into the ground. When he opened his eyes, the orange orbs were fixed on his daughter. Malva was giving everything she had, and would continue to give more. She was reaching her limits, but he would continue to push her until she collapsed. Then he would buy her a nice dinner even if she lost, because he still loved her. As she came close, his dark corrupted aura would increase. Holding it horizontally, but bring it up vertically he would use his blade to block her strike, the force would crack some of the ground beneath their feet, revealing the Pergrande steel beneath it. As soon as their blades collided, a sphere of flames would form around the guild master. Vulcan Barrier! The sphere was not very large, only a couple meters in diameter, but it could block all of the attacks his little cinder would throw at him. Through his flames he could see the flame blades she called upon to attack him, but it would be to no avail. His Vulcan Barrier as quite powerful, and the fact that his tattoos contributed did not help her case. Blocking any strike that came towards him with his blade or the barrier, it would dissipate after a few seconds.

That's not bad dear, but you're going to have to give it a bit more than that. Widening his stance, Ardere brought his blade up. Bringing the blade back down with might, he sent a strike of black flames towards her. Flame God's Splitting Edge. A range of black mountains pummeling towards her, ripping up the wooden floor beneath them. Rather than just standing back and letting her block or dodge, he would zip around to the side and dash towards her. He kept back his speed a bit to give her a chance to react to the burst of flames, and his next strike. She was doing quite well, but they were not done just yet.

Sliding the crimson blade into it's sheath, Ardere folded his pale arms one over the other. His daughter was in quite the amount of distress over this loss, but it was truly not a big deal to him. Unfortunately, it was very important to her. Slowly sauntering over with a curled lip, he looked towards his daughter. Hey now, there's no need to throw a tantrum little lady. Arching a brow at her, he noted she was throwing one hell of a fit. Sternly he looked at her as she began to hit him. Hey, stop that. There's no point in throwing in a fit. You're a strong girl, and you're going to get stronger. Grabbing her hands, he would softly put them down. You can't expect to just beat me this soon, I have years of experience on you. There's nothing wrong in training until you get to my level, and trust me you will reach it. You are my daughter after all, and certainly your mother's as well. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he had lightened up a bit now. I promise, you will get stronger. And I will always help you when you need it. If she allowed, the guild master would give her a soft hug for a few moments before letting her go. he was a lovey young girl, but she had quite the temper there. This was something he would need to learn to quell, but now it was time for a break. Let's take a break for now. How about we go get some ice cream yeah?

If she wished for a delicious frozen treat, he would lead the way with her following suit. Wiping some of her tears first, Ardere began to head down stairs. Each tap of his heavy boots against the wooden floor made a slight noise. It was not a long walk down into the tavern, and from there he would arrive at the bar. I'll have a chocolate fudge sundae. Looking to his crimson haired daughter, he smiled slightly. And what will you have my little cinder? Being made of magma and fire, eating ice cream was quite ironic for the two fire mages, but they often enjoyed treats together. He spoiled her some what, but with a strong mother like Sayrn it couldn't hurt.