Volume 3 Chapter 1 The Warrior Monk’s Expenditure
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After finishing all the preparations needed for the quest during the day, Kian heads straight to the training ground without returning to his lodging at ‘The Boar’s Trot Inn’.
This had become Kian’s daily routine lately.
Passing over the drawbridge and exiting the moat of East End, the guild’s training ground is right there on the immediate right.
It’s just a wide, empty space with a few stumps and chairs scattered around.
Nearby streets are bustling with adventurers returning from quests, but the training ground is deserted.
The only sign of life is the guards playing card games near the entrance, occasionally bursting into foolish laughter.
”Hey there,”
As the sun sets at an angle, Kian calls out to a soldier who has his back turned, playing poker.
The 5 guards briefly turn their faces towards him, mutter “Oh,” and then disinterestedly turn back.
”Can I use this today?”
Asking the guard who just lost the game, he spat out the grass root he was chewing.
”Sure, go ahead. It’s almost dusk, so we’ll head back to town soon.”
”You want to train until midnight? How much of a training nut are you, huh? The Guild Lord must be crazy to allow this. Well, there’s nothing to steal from this overgrown weed of a training ground anyway.”
”Here’s my Adventurer’s Guild card.”
”Yeah, yeah. Let me see…”
A free-handed guard checked the metal card, writing down Kian’s name and adventurer registration number in the ledger.
Once done, he handed the adventurer’s card back.
”Make sure to lock up properly. Well, it’s Guild Lord Friedrich’s responsibility anyway.”
”Yes.”
The evening sun is intense.
The guards’ figures would appear half-shadowed to a normal person, but Kian can observe every single hair of their beards in detail.
The guard who was chewing the grass root frowned upon seeing the bulge on Kian’s right arm when returning the Guild card, but said nothing.
To them, he’ll always be ‘the garbage scavenger’ Kian.
Despite the clearly increased muscle mass.
Even with his overall larger and more robust skeletal structure, his memories still get altered.
Come to think of it, perhaps this is how vampires in ancient times gradually gained immense wealth, power, and military might by blending in with humans.
(My skin are glowing, and my voices are clearer, showing the effects of consuming Owl’s blood.)
However, there’s no sign of any vampire weaknesses manifesting.
After all, his bodies are still human.
As ‘glasses’ once said, ‘a vampire without clear weaknesses’ is an apt description of Kian now.
”Sir Kian.”
As he entered the dusky training ground and placed his backpack next to a tree stump, a dignified girl’s voice echoed.
Turning around, he saw a black-haired, brown-skinned girl wearing a red scarf, a white top, and a skirt.
She offered him a wooden sword she held in her right hand.
”Thank you, Natra.”
”No, let’s get started. It’s important to focus on training within a set time limit.”
”Yeah. By the way, Natra, you don’t seem to get worked up by the guards’ attitudes anymore.”
As he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, Natra enveloped herself in a mist and instantly changed into a luxurious kimono.
It was a relaxed outfit in white and red, but she had tied up the sleeves and the bottoms of her leggings with cords to allow for easier movement.
If she were to remove the Kitsune mask she wore on her temple, her appearance would be truly otherworldly.
Natra placed her hands on her hips.
”I’ve decided to consciously ignore their words. Or would you prefer I kill them whenever I feel like it?”
”Please stop.”
”Sir Kian.”
Looking up at him, Natra’s face was the spitting image of Sarah when she was young.
She always smiled kindly at Kian, but Natra usually wore a mischievous smile, making either sadistic or blunt comments.
This attitude remained largely the same towards her lord, Kian. Just the other night, he had endured a humiliating sexual encounter where she verbally abused his p**is while giving him a h**job and breast-feeding him (though it felt incredible).
”People like them don’t matter. Let’s get started with the stretches. I’ll help you.”
She said that and quickly circled behind Kian, pulling his shoulder and forcing him to the ground.
Then, she pressed her body tightly against his back, using her weight to pin him down.
There were repeated slightly sexual touches, like her licking his ear or touching his crotch, which made him stiffen involuntarily.
This is what usually happened when Rufna wasn’t around.
”…Natra is such a pervert, huh?”
He said this to her as she ran her tongue along his jaw and, through his pants, toyed with his crotch.
She slowly extended her neck to face Kian, smiling wickedly at him from inches away.
”No.”
A husky, whispered voice.
She trailed her tongue across his lips.
The sweet scent of her saliva lingered in his nose.
”This is stretching.”
”P**is isn’t muscle.”
”Hehe…. Even when being handled by me, my lord doesn’t try to escape. You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”
Natra said this, kissing his cheek before pulling away.
”We’ll continue later. Let’s get back to training. Next time, how about letting me lick your crotch, Lord?”
”……”
Honestly, he felt like ditching training and taking Natra behind the trees, but he knew she’d get mad if he did.
Kian picked up his wooden sword and muttered, “So this is Shot management…”
Two meters away, the girl switched stances with breathtaking speed, gripping her wooden sword and focusing on ‘impact,’ ‘break,’ and ‘pierce.’
”Alright, that’s the end of the break. Get ready, Sir Kian.”
* * *
Training sessions with Natra and Rufna usually start in the late afternoon and continue until the next day.
With Rufna, it’s mainly ‘Wall.’
With Natra, it’s ‘impact’ and ‘Leap.’
’Shot’ is something they both practice.
Since Rufna’s training involves a lot of energy (ki) visualization exercises, Natra’s training is more intense.
Natra’s training starts by developing the habit of releasing energy.
From there, the focus shifts to memorizing combat techniques that involve “blast,” “thread,” “break,” and “pierce” and then practicing them repeatedly.
The foundational abilities are somewhat advanced due to the progression into becoming a vampire and over 15 years spent training basic techniques like “impact” and “leap.”
Surprisingly, picking up new skills is quite straightforward.
After acquiring the techniques, Natra relentlessly stressed the importance of applying them in real combat situations.
The training sessions with Natra are conducted at a very slow pace.
They start by moving around slowly to check their movements before engaging in vigorous activity like in an actual battle.
They ensure that their weapons are properly wrapped in “impact” energy, that they’re accelerating correctly with “leap,” and that applying advanced techniques like “domain” is smooth.
It’s all about repetition.
Repeating it over and over.
And repeating it again.
The sadistic and relentless Natra stays by Kian’s side, unyielding, and whenever there’s a moment of slack in his energy release during “leap,” she doesn’t hesitate to strike.
”Build a base with ‘wall’ and jump!”
”Huh… Ah!”
”Bring the sword down!”
”Yah!”
”Yes, exactly.”
Natra dodges to the right and swings her wooden sword towards my throat.
I step back.
I deploy a thin, sharp, colorless “thread” in front of the pursuing Natra.
(“Thread”────!)
”This is weak!”
Natra dodges to the right and swings her wooden sword towards his throat. He steps back.
He deploys a thin, sharp, colorless “thread” in front of the pursuing Natra.
(“Thread”────!)
”This is weak!”
Natra scoffs and breaks through the “thread” with her right shoulder before swiftly closing in on him.
Though he instinctively tries to dodge by turning into mist, he’s currently honing his skills as a warrior monk.
Kian raises both hands and concedes to Natra, who playfully taps his neck with the tip of her wooden sword.
”──Alright. Let’s call it a day.”
”Huh? But he still hasn’t scored a single point today!”
”It’s already time.”
Natra says this while pointing towards the sky.
When he started, the sky was a fiery sunset, but now, somehow, it’s a night sky filled with a brilliant full moon.
”How did I get this late…”
”I did pretty well today. I was really focused, swinging my wooden sword around.──Rufna, what did you think watching from the side?”
Natra glances towards a stump at the edge of the training ground.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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