The Growth of a Titan

Sol did as his Master asked and took off the bracelet on his right wrist before handing it over to him.

Seeing that Sol didn't ask any questions and trusted him with this, the old man nodded in satisfaction.

Afterward, he looked at the bracelet closely and weight it in his hand.

"About fifty kilograms."

After muttering this under his breath, the old man turned to Sol and asked.

"Brat, you're the owner of this thing, right? How many kilograms can you make it?"

"What's a kilohgam?"

Not knowing how to pronounce the strange word, Sol absolutely butchered it.

The old man smacked his forehead at this, before noting that he had to teach Sol basic things like this as well.

'I need to teach him our language as well.'

After thinking this, the old man paused and then added.

'Might as well just teach him a few more languages. It'll be useful if he ever decides to explore the different parts of the world.'

With that sorted out, the old man simply said to Sol.

"Just make it as heavy as you can. And you can stand up."

Sol hearing this immediately jumped up; a relieved expression appeared on his face as he did. When he knelt like that, muscles in his legs he hadn't used before began to ache, he wasn't used to it at all.

After jumping up, Sol thought for a moment.

When his father had transferred these bracelets over to him, information about how they were used had popped into his head. It was only now that he could focus on this information.

After combing through his brain for a while, Sol suddenly perked up and then began forming hand seals.

Meanwhile, the runes on the bracelet in his Master's hand began flickering.

After about a dozen hand seals, Sol's face was red. He had to stop as it took a toll on him to increase even one of the bracelet's weights.

'It's easier to control it even from a far distance away, but to activate any of its runes is difficult.'

However, even if that was the case, while Sol made hand seals, the old man slowly became shocked. After Sol's last hand sealed the old man's hand visibly dipped.

"Is this the heaviest you can make it?"

"I think I can make it heavier, but I'm unable to do it as I am now."

The old man nodded before he suddenly threw the bracelet into the air.

Sol looked at the bracelet as it shot upwards passed the tall forest trees. Even as it came down Sol continued to stare at it.

"Master, why-"

Sol was about to ask why his Master threw his bracelet into the air, but he was suddenly grabbed by the waist of his pants before being hoisted into the air along with the old man.

After retreating far above the trees, the old man then turned with Sol. They both watch as the starry black bracelet fell past the trees and slammed into the ground.

BANG!!!!

Sol who was watching this curiously had to hurriedly cover his ears at this sudden deafening noise. He then looked on with a horrified expression as the ground within a hundred-meter radius was raised entirely.

The trees were also uprooted, unable to handle the absolute destruction the bracelets had caused.

"This-How heavy did I make it?"

Sol asked, still shaken by the destruction the bracelet had caused.

After looking around at the large crater with the broken trees, the old man thought for a moment then said.

"It must weigh about one to two tonnes... That means it's extremely heavy. And you said you could make it heavier? My disciple, I should let you know that if you weren't my disciple and you weren't that bastard's son, I would have snatched this thing away from you. Make sure you tell no one that this is a treasure, but don't worry about someone seeing it and realizing its true value. Apart from resembling well-crafted bracelets with a bit of weight rune inscriptions on them, they look ordinary. I am probably the only one who can see its true nature."

Hearing this Sol nodded. However, as he looked at the destroyed area of the forest he once stood at, his eyes suddenly widen in horror as he remembered that Little Zeel was there.

"Ah! Master, what about Little Zeel?! He-"

"Brat, don't worry, I snatched the beast as well."

Sol then saw his Master reveal that Little Zeel was in his other hand.

While taking the still unconscious Little Zeel from his Master's hand, Sol couldn't help but think to himself.

'When did Master take Little Zeel as well? Was he so fast that my eyes missed him?'

Sol also thought about the bracelets. Despite it being so heavy, didn't his Master easily throw it into the air like it was a small rock?

It was now Sol was beginning to understand that his Master was extremely strong. But Sol wondered how strong.

'Could he be stronger than father, or even that Adalhard person?'

As Sol was asking himself these questions, the old man turned to him and said.

"You can call back that bracelet now."

Sol nodded before he formed a hand seal. He didn't require hand seals to recall the bracelets, he could do so with a thought. Though he wasn't sure how far his range of control was. Rather, the hand seal was to decrease its weight.

Sol had become somewhat terrified of these bracelets after seeing the damage they could cause. He also realized that even though he was the owner, after increasing its weight he could neither control it nor lift it.

Thoughts of him accidentally increasing their weight while they were on him began plaguing Sol's mind.

As the bracelet floated over to Sol's hand and clamp around his wrist with a snap, he released the nervous breath of air he was holding in. 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒐𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝙘𝙤𝒎

Afterward, Sol turned to his Master and asked.

"Master, what now?"

The old man hearing this turned to Sol and answered with twinkling eyes.

"Training!"

"What kind of training?"

Thinking back on how his father had trained him, Sol wondered how different his Master's own would be.

However, he saw the smile on his Master's face become wider all of a sudden.

"…??"

An inexplicable feeling immediately raise in Sol's heart, while a bout of nervousness came over him for some reason. That nervousness only increased when he heard his Master suddenly ask his own question.

"My disciple, how many times have your bones been broken?"

Even though Sol wasn't sure why his Master was asking such a question, he still answered with nervousness.

"I… uh… I've only ever broken a bone once. Several of them actually, and that was because of the energy in my body when I took off the second bracelet for the first time."

Sol saw his Master shake his head and made several tsk sounds with his tongue. He then heard him say.

"My disciple, that is barely enough. We need to fix that first and foremost."

"Wah-What does Master mean by that?"

"Hehe…"

Receiving only a laugh in response to his question, Sol felt his heart tremble.

"This place isn't suitable for your training, let's go somewhere with a more rocky terrain that's isolated."

With a swoosh, the old man flew off while holding Sol by his pant's waist.

"Master, are you going to explain what you mean?! I don't understand!!"

Sol had to yell over the intense winds.

"Bah! I've already talked so much after trying to convince you to become my disciple that my tongue has already become numb!"

"B-But Master-!"

"Enough! Brat, are you starting to rebel against your Master already?!"

"I…"

The old man shot a glare at Sol.

"No Master!"

Hearing Sol's quick reply, the old man's glare turned into a joyous smile at his obedience.

"Good disciple, now be quiet and do as your Master tells you!"

"…"

SWOOSH!

As the wind blew Sol's untied hair wildly, his face looked like he was about to cry while his eyes were filled with immense regret.

This regret stemmed from becoming the disciple of this crazy old man.

It was only when he started training with his Master that Sol realized he was lied to. His Master wasn't named 'the Great Teacher Cheonma,' no, that title was unfinished.

The full title he went by was, 'The Great DEMONIC Teacher Cheonma!'

Sol felt that he had been coerced into becoming the disciple of a Demon from the Underworld!