Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World

The training ground of the palace was nothing more than a wide-open space filled with training dummies, weights, and wooden weapons. During summer the training could be considered bearable and doable, but when winter knocked on the door and the snow rapidly covered the ground, it became impossible to train the soldiers in such open field.

Right now, standing on these almost all white grounds, two silhouettes could be seen facing each other.

Luther stood facing his liege while leisurely holding a simple sword in his right hand, not even taking a serious fighting stance. He had no reason to fight seriously after all. He was the young king's teacher, and, because of that, he knew the extent of his abilities better than anyone else in the world.

In simple words, the young king had talent but didn't put enough effort into making it bloom and achieving his full potential. This was the biggest regret in Luther's life, not being able to lead Henry to reaching this hidden potential.

"It's odd" – Luther thought, while looking at the young king awkwardly holding his sword – "It's been a long time since we sparred, but it's not enough time to get so rusted. He gives me the feeling of a novice warrior."

"He wasn't like that during the war." – Luther murmured, remembering the young king confidently dashing towards the massive barrier of barbarians.

At that time, he couldn't be considered exceptionally skilled, but he also couldn't be considered this bad.

"Maybe he developed some kind of trauma" – Luther pondered. - "If so, I need to grind it to dust before it develops even further."

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for a soldier to develop some kind o trauma while on the battlefield. Rather, it was quite common for first timers who never smelled the battlefield's cruel scent, like the young king. Even more so against those fearless and crazy for blood barbarians.

Contrary to Luther's chain of thoughts, Henry felt a bit displaced while feeling the cold and heavy sword in his hands. And, although he possessed the memories and the experience of the old Henry, he had never entered in a fight, much less held a sword.

"I don't know if this is the right posture, something feels odd" - He thought - "I need to familiarize with the feeling."

Fortunately, his inborn talent kicked in and calmed his racing mind down as his body relaxed and he finally found the right posture by following the memories in his head. The change of posture and mind didn't go unnoticed by Luther's old eyes.

"Indeed, the talent is still there" – Luther couldn't help but flash a satisfied smile as he thought.

"Come!"- Luther said, lifting his sword and inviting the young king.

Following his memories, Henry moved the strange energy that rested in his heart towards his legs and kicked the ground, sending all the snow under his feet away. He dashed towards Luther at an incredible speed, lifting his sword and slashing downwards.

Henry didn't even know where he got the guts to slash at a living human being like he did. He could only credit it to his ability to remain calm in face of everything.

Luther relaxedly fended off the attack, with the side of his sword and counterattacked with the sword's pommel, hitting Henry right in the nose. The young king immediately dropped to his knees, with blood oozing out of his nose and painting the snow in red.

Luther indifferently looked at the kneeling young man, not caring if he was a king or simple commoner.

"Predictable and full of openings" – Luther evaluated, swirling his sword, and pointing it back at Henry – "Rusty. Come again!"

Henry stood up and cleaned the blood with his hand, his eyes free from all distracting emotions.

"Although I have his memories, I can't replicate them completely" – Henry deeply pondered while looking at his sword – "I have to dive even deeper and take everything out."

The young king closed his eyes and focused on the memories and intentions of the original Henry. He was trying to absorb and integrate all insights and knowledge about fighting skills and about the body technique ingrained in his muscles.

Seeing this scene, Luther lowered his sword and stuck it in the snowy ground, waiting for his liege to end all preparations.

In his mind, Henry was assimilating everything, from battle experiences to the technique inherited by the Stahl Royal Family.

The name of the technique was known as "Imperial Sun God Technique", a technique that trained the muscles, bones, and organs by burning them constantly with Mana, increasing the user's affinity with fire.

The pain caused by the technique was so intense that some users went mad while others simply couldn't take it anymore and stopped training all together, with the old Henry being a clear example of that. He couldn't take the pain and stopped, remaining stuck with the same level of strength for almost three years.

Not minding the consequences, Henry took the Mana stored in his heart and circulated it through his body, following the Imperial Sun God Technique's flow. Immediately, an excruciating pain coursed through his body, seemingly burning each one of his cells. He could feel those cells being burned and healed at an incredible rate, becoming stronger.

Henry could feel even his nerves burning, threatening to eat his sanity.

He tightly grasped the sword in his hand, trying to calm himself down by sheer willpower and bringing forth his inborn talent. Fortunately, he was able to get a hold of his consciousness and mind.

Henry opened his eyes together with a long and deep breath.

*Hufff*

Luther couldn't help but feel some sort of threat buried deep inside the young king's calm eyes. It was like a calm fire that, under certain circumnstances, could burn a whole empire to the ground. 𝑏𝘦𝘥𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Henry grasped the sword even tighter, with his body heating up rapidly and causing the snow around him to melt at an incredible speed, which allowed the soil underneath to finally breath again.

In front of his eyes, Luther could see a formless red aura faintly covering the young king's body. He was like a breathing god of fire.

"Let's try it again!" – Henry yelled and kicked the ground again, dashing even faster than before towards the old general.

"Much better" – Luther complimented with a smile as he rapidly picked up his sword from the ground. – "This will require more strength than I imagined."

The aura around the young king indicated a breakthrough to a new stage. In the end, the last battle against the barbarians was quite advantageous to the young king's path.

Not moving from his position, Luther raised his sword that shone with a bright blue aura as Henry attacked with a horizontal attack, causing the air to compress and burn. It was fast and precise.

Luther's defense was leisurely as ever, parrying Henry's attack with the side of the blade. However, not giving up, Henry rotated his sword, holding it in a reverse grip, and slashed upwards, aiming at the old man's chin, which he avoided by simply taking a small step back while using the side of his sword to hit at the king's sword, but not with enough force to disarm him.

Luther's counterattack disrupted Henry's momentum. The young king swiftly adjusted his stance, his movements fluid and precise as he pressed forward with relentless determination. The snow around them was kicked up in a whirlwind of intense battle as it melted. Their swords clashed over and over, sending sparks flying all over. However, during the combat, Luther began to notice a change in Henry's fighting style, which carried a weight and an intensity that Luther hadn't seen before, fueled by the fiery Mana around the king. It was as if Henry's connection with the Imperial Sun God Technique had reached a deeper level.

The training ground of the palace was nothing more than a wide-open space filled with training dummies, weights, and wooden weapons. It remained covered in snow throughout the year, thanks to the unrelenting cold climate, which didn't allow the blue skies to be seen during all year. Because of that, when winter arrived, all activities had to stop since the soldiers could die, and the piled-up snow would become an obstacle to their training.

The training ground was situated within the castle's walls, ensuring the king's hands could always reach and the sovereign figure always remained imprinted in their minds. Since the training for these soldiers was funded by the Royal Treasury, it was only fitting, and the warriors didn't really mind, as they were compensated with enough food to feed their families.

Right now, standing on this nearly all-white ground, where the training dummies were slightly covered by snow, two silhouettes could be seen facing each other. The previous bustling training grounds were now devoid of any other life due to the war happening outside the walls.

Luther stood facing his king while leisurely holding a simple sword in his right hand, not even assuming a serious fighting stance. He had no reason to fight seriously, after all. He was the young king's teacher, and because of that, he knew the extent of his abilities better than anyone else in the world.

If he were to describe in simple words, the young king had talent but didn't put in enough effort to make it blossom and reach his full potential. This was Luther's biggest regret: not being able to lead Henry to unlock this hidden potential.

"It's odd"- Luther thought while looking at the young king awkwardly holding his sword- "It's been a long time since we sparred, but he shouldn't be this rusty. He gives me the feeling of a novice warrior."

"He wasn't like that during the war"- The old man murmured, remembering the young king confidently charging toward the massive horde of barbarians. At that time, he couldn't be considered exceptionally skilled, but he also wasn't this bad. The person in front of him seemed to be a novice holding a sword for the first time.

"Maybe he developed some kind of trauma"- Luther pondered - "If so, I need to help him overcome it before it gets worse. We need him to get through this ordeal."

It wasn't uncommon for soldiers to develop trauma on the battlefield, especially for first timers who had never experienced the cruelty of war, like the young king. This trauma became bigger when facing the fearless and bloodthirsty barbarians, who could continue to fight even with a dagger stuck in their throats.

However, contrary to Luther's hypothesis of trauma, Henry only felt somewhat out of place while gripping the cold and heavy sword in his hands. Despite possessing the memories and the experience of the old Henry, he had never been in a real fight, let alone wielded a sword. He had seen it on TV and even owned an ornamental katana in his room, but he never swung it.

"I don't know if this is the right stance, something feels off" - Henry thought- "I need to familiarize myself with the feeling."

Henry swung the sword in the air a few times, changing postures as the flow of the movements passed through his mind. With each swing, he could feel himself becoming more familiar with the grip and the correct posture of the movements, positioning his feet and wrist at the right angles. The muscle memory painstakingly acquired by the previous Henry was coming to light. These changes didn't go unnoticed by Luther's keen eyes.

"Indeed, the talent is still there."- Luther couldn't help but flash a satisfied smile as he thought, lifting his sword, and inviting the king to attack – "Come, let's begin!"

Henry stopped the movements and looked at the old man, gripping the sword's handle tighter. He wanted to try fighting against this seasoned warrior. Suddenly, as if understanding his desire, a strange energy resting in his heart surged towards his legs, and Henry instinctively kicked the ground, sending the snow beneath his feet flying.

He dashed toward Luther at an astounding speed, his sword arcing up with a ferocious downward slash. In that intense moment, Henry couldn't quite explain where he found the courage to deliver such an aggressive attack against another human being, but he attributed it to the memories of the previous Henry, who was accustomed to such trainings.

However, Luther, with a casual grace, parried the attack using the side of his sword and swiftly counterattacked with the sword's pommel, striking Henry square on the nose. The young king crumpled to his knees, blood gushing forth and staining the pristine snow with a vivid shade of red.

Luther looked down at the kneeling young man, indifferent to his status as king - "Predictable and full of openings" - Luther assessed, twirling his sword and pointing it back at Henry - "Try again!"

Henry stood up, wiped the blood away with his hand, and focused his eyes, freeing himself from distracting emotions.

"Although I have his memories, I can't replicate them completely"- Henry contemplated deeply as he gazed at his sword - "I must delve even deeper and extract everything."

The young king closed his eyes and concentrated on the memories and intentions of the original Henry. He wanted to absorb and integrate all the insights and knowledge about combat skills and body techniques ingrained in his muscles.

Observing this scene, Luther lowered his sword and drove it into the snowy ground, patiently awaiting his king's preparations, who seemed to be reflecting on his mistakes. He wanted to see the king to succeed.

With his eyes closed, Henry was trying to assimilate everything from the previous owner, especially a technique known as the 'Sun God Technique'. This technique allowed him to draw large volumes of Mana from the air and guide it to his heart, where the raw Mana would be transformed into Fire Mana. It would then flow through the countless paths inside his body, known as Mana Circuits, allowing him to create incredible feats. The flow of such dangerous Mana led to a transformation of the body, from the user's hair to his toes.

However, there was no free food in the world. The pain induced by this technique was excruciating, driving some practitioners to madness or causing them to abandon their training entirely. The previous Henry had been a testament to this, unable to endure the agony and remaining at the same level of strength for nearly three whole years.

"Let's do this!" – Henry shouted in his mind.

Despite the potential consequences, he channeled the Fire Mana stored in his heart and circulated it throughout his body, following the flow of the Imperial Sun God Technique, which gave him certain paths to guide the energy. Immediately, a searing pain coursed through his body, as if every cell were being simultaneously burned and healed at an astonishing rate, growing stronger with each moment. Even his nerves seemed to burn, threatening his sanity. Henry tightened his grip on the sword, his shallow willpower being the only anchor to the world.

He succeeded in consciously guiding the Mana. Henry took a deep breath and opened his eyes as he exhaled an uncommon hot air through his nostrils- "Hufff."

At that moment, Luther couldn't help but sense a latent threat buried deep within the young king's calm gaze, like a controlled fire that, under certain circumstances, could consume an entire empire in rage.

Henry gripped the sword even tighter, his body rapidly heating up, causing the snow around him to melt at an astonishing rate, revealing the soil underneath. In Luther's view, he saw an indistinct red aura faintly enveloping the young king's body. He resembled a living god of fire.

"Let's try it again! General!" - Henry shouted, kicking the ground and dashing even faster toward the old general. His movements much more precise and controlled.

"Much better" - Luther complimented with a smile as he swiftly retrieved his sword from the ground - "This will require more strength than I anticipated."

The aura enveloping the young king signaled a breakthrough to a new level. Ultimately, the recent battle against the barbarians had proven beneficial for the young king's progress. Without shifting from his position, Luther raised his sword, and it emitted a bright blue aura as Henry attacked with a horizontal swipe, compressing the air and generating intense heat. His strike was lightning-fast and precise.

Again, Luther defended casually, parrying Henry's attack with the side of his blade. However, Henry didn't relent; he shifted his grip on the sword to a reverse position and slashed upward, aiming for the old man's chin. Luther simply took a step back to evade it, using the side of his sword to deflect Henry's attack, though not with enough force to disarm him.

Luther's counterattack disrupted Henry's rhythm. The young king swiftly adjusted his stance, his movements flowing with precision and determination as he pressed forward relentlessly. Their battle created a whirlwind of intensity, stirring up snow and causing it to melt as their swords clashed repeatedly, sending sparks flying. The blue aura covering Luther's sword seemed unshakeable and Henry's aura seemed more like a wolf biting at its prey.

During the fight, Luther noticed a transformation in Henry's fighting style. It carried a newfound weight and intensity, fueled by the fiery Mana enveloping the king. It was as if Henry's connection with the Sun God Technique had reached a deeper level. There were a lot of wasted movements, but it was much better.

However, at the same time, he could see that the king's stamina was rapidly being depleted. It was much faster than before, and the young king's skin was growing increasingly reddish, with his blood vessels and Magic Circuits struggling to support the influx of power. The old man understood that it was becoming dangerous for the king's body, so he decided to end their spar. This time, he took the initiative, and when Henry powerfully slashed at him with a diagonal strike, Luther stepped forward and invaded his defensive space.

Luther swiftly reached for the king's wrist and deftly twisted it, disarming him and sending the sword a few feet away. Henry also backed away a few steps, his grey eyes fixed sharply on the old man, determined to land at least one solid hit. With that in mind, he took a step back before dashing at lightning speed toward the old man while calculating the distance between them. When he was at the right distance, Henry kicked the ground and turned his entire body, aiming a flip kick at the old man's head. The Mana enveloping his body seemed to burn even brighter, focusing solely on his feet. It held sufficient strength to crack a small boulder.

Unfortunately, he was fighting against one of the most powerful beings on the lands of Stahl Kingdom, known as the Blue Wolf and the North's Wall, a soldier who had vanquished thousands of enemies during his long life. Such an attack would never work, an attack filled with openings.

"That was interesting, my liege!" - Luther murmured, holding Henry's ankles - "I have never seen such a movement, if you were a little faster, it could probably reach me. Unfortunately…. It's your loss."

Luther didn't finish his sentence. Still clutching the young king's ankle, he spun him around before tossing him back to his previous position, again, not minding his position as a king. It was a way for him to pay back for his previous stupid action of dashing towards the enemies without caring his wellbeing. Fortunately, Henry managed to stabilize himself in the air and land safely on the ground, breathing haggardly as he fixed his eyes on the old man.

"I think this is enough. Congratulations on your breakthrough, my liege! " - Luther congratulated as he declared the end of their sparring, planting his sword in the partially melted snow left after Henry's attack - "You still need to consolidate your realm and the aura around you. As of now, you can't use it effectively, and it's just depleting your stamina and Mana."

"You have only learned how to externalize your Mana, which opens a world of wonders to warriors" - Luther explained - "The Fourth Warrior Stage is the barrier that separates ordinary individuals from the great warriors. It's the first obstacle on a warrior's path, one that the majority of people cannot surpass without the right bloodline, talent, or even the right technique. There are only a few who managed to reach this state on the North, even more so at your age."

Despite extreme fatigue and the pain spreading throughout his body, Henry listened closely to Luther's teachings. He was a newcomer to this world and had much to learn. While he possessed some fighting skills, the previous owner of his body had been greatly lacking in knowledge. Henry thought that maybe he was a barbarian hidden beneath good clothes.

"Thanks to that guy's memories, I've got the hang of how to use Mana" - Henry thought, clenching his fists – "I have even managed to learn new things. However, this is just the first wall."

One of the most critical challenges weighing on his shoulders was how to harness Mana effectively, as it was an essential tool for his survival in this brutal world, and without it, he would likely perish in the next battle.

Seeing the pensative king, Luther retrieved his sword from the ground and silently walked away from the training grounds. He didn't want to disturb the young man, who he had practically raised himself.

"The next step is to devise a way out of this siege..." - Henry murmured – "I will call out a meeting."

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