Arpious of the Planes

Chapter 32 Training (1)

The rest of the day was pretty simple. All I did was walk through the canyon inspecting the fire harpies that are slowly packing all of their belongings. It seemed they have sort of adjusted to me since the looks I got were more of joy. There were the occasional glares that I got from some harpies who respected the old chief but, they never made a move so I just ignored them.

The one thing I was slightly worried about was that I couldn't find James anywhere. I asked the harpies he hunted with, but they haven't seen him either.

It seems like we're going to have a situation sooner or later. I expected him to try something but I would have thought he would try and act normal so I suspect him less or something.

*sigh*

I should test out my new skills so I'm ready for whatever he brings. Even though I'm confident I can win on a 1 on 1 he might bring out an unexpected variable to the fight.

After finishing my inspection of the village I run back to my house. Arriving there, I pick up a spear that was gently set on a weapon rack.

When the maids were cleaning up the old chief's disgusting house they decided to implement a weapon rack because his weapons were just leaning against the wall.

After grabbing the spear that looked like was made of iron, I made my way to the top of the canyon.

Swinging the spear and stabbing it into the rocky surface below, a gentle breeze made my hair flutter behind me. The maid that was currently near the steps to the top of the canyon found it hard to take her eyes off me.

"What?" I ask feeling uncomfortable due to her staring at me.

"N-nothing, I'm sorry," she replies while quickly fixing her gaze on the steps to make sure nobody interrupts me.

Alright now, what should I try first… Status.

?Status?

[Name: Arpious]

[Race: Dark Siren]

[Status: None]

[Servants: 3]

[Subordinates: 6]

[Level: 14/50]

[HP: 100/100 MP: 80/80 SP: 30/30]

[Strength: 15]

[Defense: 10]

[Magic: 25]

[Speed: 15]

[Luck: 1]

[Charisma: 10]

[Skills: [******] [Thunderbolt (2/3)] [Boost (2/5)] [Scratch (3/10)] [Mind Magic] [Shadow Magic (2/10)] [Berserk] [Swipe (2/10)] [Posion Immunity] [Acid Secretion] [Disease Immunity] [Virus] [Commanders Presence] [Army Control] [Fire Control] [Forbidden Magic: Medusa] [Fire Resistance (3/5)] [Lightning Resistance] [Water Control] [Flying Sense] [Enhanced Senses] [Enhanced Regeneration] [Horse Beetles Extreme Senses] [Liquid Fire Secretion] [Domain of the Night (Locked)] [Demonic Berserker] [Fire of Life] [Fire of Life Sword] [Fire of Life Armour] [Body Modification: Boiling Veins]

[Body Modification: [Fangs] [Cursed Eyes] [Aquatic Lungs] [Metal Bones] [Mark of a Berserker]

[Mastered Weapons: [Scythe (Partial)]

[Titles: [Blessed by ********* Spirit of *************] [Savage Assassin] [Heartless] [Blessed by a Star] [Chief of the Fire Harpies]

…

We can start with the [Life of Fire] set.

Using the [Life of Fire] my right hand is engulfed in flames. There is no heat so I let the fire do what it needs to do. A burning red fire slowly paled, turning into a white fire that spread up my arm and quickly engulfing my entire body in flames.

Power quickly surged through where the flames engulfed leaving my body with an insane amount of energy.

Once my entire body was wrapped in pale white flames I tried to manipulate it but nothing happened. Noticing what I was doing wrong I used [Fire Control] which barely let me lift it an inch off my body.

[Fire Control has leveled up (x4)]

[Fire Control has evolved into Fire Magic]

"Is it because I manipulated a high-level fire?" I muttered to myself.

Feeling more connected to the fire than before, I tried to manipulate it but barely had an improvement from last time. It was only lifted an inch more off my body.

The more I continued to use it the more I felt my mana drain from me. Not only was my mana getting drained but my stamina had slowly decreased as well leaving me out of breath.

Turning off the [Fire of Life] I checked my status once more.

?Status?

[Name: Arpious]

[Race: Dark Siren]

[Status: Tired]

[Servants: 3]

[Subordinates: 6]

[Level: 14/50]

[HP: 100/100 MP: 59/80 SP: 18/30]

…

Ignoring the rest of my status I looked down towards my hands.

Jeez… it drained this much just from leaving it on for a couple of minutes. I don't think I can use this at the start of the fight. Was the old chief trying to finish the fight off quickly or was he able to use it like any other empowerment skill?

Deciding to let my mana recover I pull the spear right next to me out of the ground. Swinging it around like how I did with the scythe it felt like I was a baby learning how to use a spoon. When I used it, it felt like it could slip out of my hand at any moment.

Out of anger, I stabbed the spear right back into the ground causing it to form cracks around it.

"What is wrong with me! It should be no different from the scythe! Even a toddler is better with this weapon than me!" I cursed while glaring at the spear.

Trying to figure out why I'm like this I remember something…

"Scythe Mastery,"

Scrolling through my status I inspect [Scythe Mastery (Partial)].

[Scythe Mastery (Partial]

[A skill granted only to those who are amazing at wielding a scythe. Due to you having an amazing talent and sense for this weapon your sense for other weapons is dulled and makes it almost impossible to learn.]

tsk

You gotta be kidding me. So this means I won't be able to use another weapon unless I practice 24/7 for years on end huh… WHATEVER! I'm content with the scythe, it's not like I'll be switching between weapons in a fight.

Throwing the spear to the side I practice my kicks and punches at a steady pace so my stamina can also slightly recover. Learning from the fight with the old chief I tried to increase my flexibility while implementing it into my fighting style.

…

Finally… my mana has recovered.

?Status?

[Name: Arpious]

[Race: Dark Siren]

[Status: Excited]

[Servants: 3]

[Subordinates: 6]

[Level: 14/50]

[HP: 100/100 MP: 80/80 SP: 24/30]

...

Well, shall we try the rest of the [Life of Fire] set?

[Life of Fire Sword]

[The life of fire condenses into a sharp blade. Depending on what you imagine the blade as is what form your blade will take. The longer you make your blade the duller the blade gets. Using this skill ignores the debuffs from other weapon masteries letting you use the sword to its fullest potential.]

Hmmm… that's interesting, but what form should the blade take.

Thinking for a while there was only one type of sword that I couldn't get out of my mind… katana. Not only can I make it huge but I can make it so the weight is spread out how I like it just like with my scythe… also it looks cool.

Activating [Fire of Life Sword] I keep the image of the katana that I want in my mind. As I use all of my concentration on forming the sword a drop of sweat runs down my cheek.

I feel a warmth spread through the center of my palm that gives of a crackle once in a while. Directions flow into my mind guiding me on how to form it. Starting with the handle and moving up to the blade trying to make it as sharp as possible.

ssss

Taking a sharp breath of air I place my handle on the palm forming my sword. Once I felt the sword was done I pulled the blade out of my hand.

Opening my eyes, I looked at the 10 foot long black and yellow katana that gave off a semi eerie aura. Running my finger along with the handle, it was made out of a dark yellow rope that was wrapped around with part of it dangling off the end. Moving my gaze to the blade, it was pitch black with yellow flames running across it in a DNA type pattern. When I waved it and slashed the air, black flames followed it.

[Due to you being cursed your blade has been cursed as well]

[Fire of Life Sword has evolved into Fire of Deaths Sword: Raiu]

…

What… when have I been cursed… oh, didn't my previous evolutions have the word cursed in it like the Cursed Raptor.

"Lucy, look at this," I called out for the maid blocking the steps to the top of the canyon.

As she looked at it, her face had shifted into a grimace and quickly diverted her gaze.

"Forgive me master, I feel extremely uncomfortable looking at your sword. It feels like I'm staring at the grim reaper himself when I look at it,"

Oh, so they know what the grim reaper is?