Ah, at last. Mura was panting, so hearing that he had un long enough was thrilling. He braked in his lap and clapped his knees as he bent down for a second, catching his breath before stretching his back. He knew very little of the overall quality of his run - he rarely gave much attention to his movements, as shocking as that must’ve sounded. He moved just what was necessary of him, like in his battles. He rarely miscalculated, too.
It was awesome to hear that he was in relatively good condition. The next few months would be harsh, but Vandrad made it clear that he wouldn’t slack off until Mura had a physical strength that he had only dreamt about before. Stars glistered in his honey-gold eyes, impatient but enduring to reach that
form. Vandrad then handed him some notes, to which Mura expressed his surprise that his diet consisted of chicken and veggies six times a day. He only ate, like, four times a day on average, but his diet would consist solely of this dish as well as secondary supplements and what he called ‘protein shakes’. Whatever the hell a protein shake was - was it like a mana vial or something - it was stated to heal his body faster and boost muscle growth, so he might as well implement it into his daily cost.
The list and demands were long… gaining muscle was no joke. The road he had to take to reach that state was going to be hellish, weary and leave him sore for weeks… thankfully, he wasn’t alone.
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It had been a few months now. It was snowy outside, but the inside was isolated and provided warmth for the guild members. Oh yeah, speaking of members…
It was news to him that Mercury was one of Silver Wolf’s Aces. He didn’t remember any issues in the Sorc. Mag., but he should take some time to visit Leona again. They hadn’t talked since the last Fairy Festival… damn.
Also, to think that this feisty Mercury was so close to Vandrad was shocking too. Mura minded it very little and even blessed their relationship… despite it looking a bit one-sided.
But enough about that; look at him! Mura bent his fingers, feeling pure strength and vitality rush through them. They weren’t sore or cracky, and they didn’t freeze. Not to mention, he could actually press out an impressive bicep! His belly was reinforced with a proper sixpack, too! He could feel it even through his tank top! In all the right places, he looked like a freaking model…
And holy shit, his sharp beard! He really did inherit his grandfather’s goatee! Never in a million years did he believe that he could pull off such a stylish beard, but look at him now! Damn!
It all happened so discreetly, too… he barely noticed the changes until now. Vandrad, too, was impressed with the results, and Mura threw a big thumbs-up to his coach in response.
“Damn yes, I am! I look a lot more like an adult…!” he expressed.
The room changed again, this time into a flat, grassy plane stretching out to infinity. It seemed that Vandrad wanted to test his strength himself, to which Mura smirked.
“Fine by me. Zirconis!” he called to his draconian ghost pal, whose compatibility with Mura’s body was a catalyst for his entire training scheme,
“Let’s see how synced we can be now…!”Vandrad’s aura rocketed in front of him, bluish mana eating him up like a wildfire. That was his magic, huh… what he called ‘Energy Monarch’. It was visually pleasing, in all honesty - even his hair turned bright-blue, but it looked nothing like just aura, but like an actual change in hair color - and it was a devastating weight to carry all that mana. Vandrad didn’t play around.
The dragon waited no longer and flew straight into Mura’s chest, fusing their spirits together and causing green scales to grow out of his skin. His jaw also grew in size along with his canines, and his brows grew bulkier and sharper. He got many traits of the dragon expressed on his face and body, but… he felt much less strain. As a matter of fact, he felt like he could draw a little more power from Zirconis, resulting in a green burst of mana to rival that of Vandrad’s. A pair of sharp, straight, dark-green horns emerged from his skull for a change, and huge wings clawed out from his back. He was channeling much more of Zirconis now… while his previous sync could’ve been at around 15%, this had to be at around 45%. It was a huge change.
“I’m ready-“ Mura expressed, but the moment he did so, he felt an irresistible rush charge through his back that launched him forward. It must’ve been Zirconis… yes, the more synced he was, the more influential his spirits became to his own psyche. Right now, his face contorted into that of what looked like a maneater, a monster, and a bellowing roar echoed from his track as he charged straight towards Vandrad with a hammer arm and appeared to hold nothing back… as if… as if he tried to decapitate his coach with his own arm.
WC: 885
TWC: 5390