Warrior Training System

Fighting an opponent with two weapons was already a challenge when Cassian wielded only a single sword. Now, he faced a man controlling three blades simultaneously, each moving at the peak of his skill. If the white-haired warrior decided to unleash that strange vocal Circle ability again—the one that could freeze Cassian's body—he would be in real trouble.

Even without that, the fight had become exceptionally taxing. As Cassian blocked one of the warrior's now faster, stronger blades, he had no choice but to stay on the offensive, keeping the two weapons occupied while timing his dodges against the third. It came at unpredictable intervals—sometimes at the start of an attack, sometimes continuously—forcing him to constantly adjust. The combination of speed, precision, and the three-pronged assault made every move a struggle.

But he managed to dodge every strike, thanks to the Gale Whisper Sword Style. He couldn't exactly hear the wind, but he could feel its subtle shifts in the air around him, extending several meters.

Cassian's eyes narrowed, every nerve straining to its limit. The white-haired warrior twirled his blades with inhuman precision, one swinging horizontally, the other arcing diagonally, and the third slicing unpredictably through the air. Each strike alone would have been lethal, but all three together created a storm of steel, the kind that would overwhelm even a seasoned Second Circle warrior.

Yet Cassian didn't panic. He let his body flow with the wind itself, every step and pivot guided by the faintest shifts in air pressure. The Gale Whisper Sword Style wasn't just about attacking—it was about reading the battlefield as an extension of yourself. He felt the slicing gusts before the blades even reached him, reacting instinctively to the rhythm of the strikes.

"Hey, why don't you do that little garden dance again?" the white-haired warrior taunted, his own body already laced with slash marks from Cassian's earlier attacks. There were no new wounds, though, unlike Cassian, who bore many—but he held the advantage. His healing Domain patched the cuts in mere seconds, leaving him looking bloody yet unharmed. The crimson blood, his glowing red eyes, his flowing red hair, and the deep scarlet aura of his Killing Domain combined to give him the fearsome appearance of a blood demon.

Cassian's eyes narrowed, annoyance flickering at the warrior's taunt. He'd been ready to unleash his technique, but doing so would have been playing right into the man's words. Still, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then have it…"

He shouted, "Gale Whispering Sword — First Form: Thousand Leaves Dance!"

"Fuck…" the white-haired warrior muttered, eyes widening. He hadn't expected Cassian to summon such strength again, and so soon. The young warrior's blade became almost a blur, flooding the battlefield with green sword flashes that multiplied by the second, flying toward him from every direction.

"I… I lose…" the white-haired man gasped, struggling to deflect the strikes aimed at his vitals. Even Cassian had to pause for a brief moment, smirking as he said, "Well, doesn't look like a garden dance anymore, does it?"

The white-haired warrior didn't even have the chance to respond — his bones were groaning under the strain, deep cuts streaked across his chest and stomach. He poured healing potions over himself, but it was clear he was on the edge of collapse. Cassian, meanwhile, had already fully healed, though the effort left his head buzzing. All that recovery had drained his willpower, forcing every ounce of his strength just to stay upright.

"That's all for today," he said, voice rough, still steady despite the strain. "Anyone interested in losing their freedom tomorrow? I'll be here."

He gestured for Luke to help him off the field as he downed a stamina potion, feeling the headache from overexertion ease just slightly.

But instead of Luke, Brigid appeared, and suddenly Cassian felt an invisible hand steadying him, making it a little easier to stand.

"Can't go back looking all beat up," she said, her tone teasing yet firm. "You still need to slave up some more warriors for me…"

Cassian chuckled, feeling like he could actually walk on his own again. He tucked his sword back into its sheath as Brigid guided him toward her room. He was close to blacking out, but she seemed genuinely pleased despite his battered state — she had just gained three strong Second Circle warriors and one elite, nearly comparable to Cassian himself.

"So… he got you three more slaves?" Analisa's voice rang out, a mix of surprise and excitement. She turned to see her grandmother standing in the doorway, dressed in nun's robes, radiating calm and gentle authority. Brigid gave a polite nod and a bow.

"Well… technically, they're his," she said, a faint smile tugging at her lips, "but he's… well, you know. So yeah."

"Well, that's still a long way from a hundred. You'll need to go to that crack in our world…" Analisa said as she walked in.

Cassian, despite being a First Circle warrior, had come into contact with many powerful mages and Circle Warriors — most of them women. Yet he'd never truly felt overwhelmed. Sure, he'd seen their strength, but he never sensed real danger; most merely moaned under his pressure, including Katherine, Sher, and now Analisa. He recognized their power, but it didn't frighten him.

Brigid, however, knew better. Even as Analisa's granddaughter, she didn't dare speak up about what Cassian had been doing behind their backs — the way he had noted how even her grandmother's reactions matched Analisa's, among other things.

Even she found it hard to believe if he was telling the truth. Analisa wasn't just any mage; becoming a Grandmage was nearly impossible. Out of billions of humans, only about a hundred reached that level in a century. To compare oneself to that kind of existence was almost beyond comprehension.

Imagining her moaning under someone else was almost unbearable. Well… it was Cassian, and she didn't know if he could actually do it. But he had stayed with her all night until morning, and now, from what she wanted, he was supposed to spend another night with her. She had insisted she wanted him for herself — though she didn't quite know how long she could hold him off. Looking at Cassian, she asked, a mix of frustration and desire in her voice, "So… how long are you keeping him before giving him up? To be honest, I don't think I could survive another night without playing with him."

Brigid's suspicion about whether Cassian was telling the truth only grew, but for now, she had to stall, honoring his request from that morning. "Well… just a few more days," she said, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Until he wins me a few more slaves. While I… arrange a few myself."