Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

The next one he headed towards was Otman. Frankly he wasn't much interested in learning anything like arrays. Since coming to this world and experiencing many things, the concept of arrays he faced from his enemies made him fixed upon learning how to make great arrays of his own.

"You know these five are simply amazing," Otman was excited, not less than Slone while pointing to Deem, Gor, and three more youths of the sky castle Arthur recognized by their clothes. "They are amazing… amazing."

Arthur smiled in pride as he said, "I'm glad you found some hidden gems here."

"Tsk, only if I have enough time to teach them," he said the same complaint Slone expressed before, and he also got the same response from Arthur.

"Good, tell me are you here to learn or watch?"

"Learn," Arthur said before taking out his tools. "These are my tools to make the runes, can master give me pointers please?"

Otman checked everything yet stopped slightly at the Golam's blood. "Wow, such a highly refined blood, from where did you manage to get it?" he took the small pot and sniffed it. "Really purified and rich in energy. This can make many top notch arrays already," he said before greedily eyeing the pot.

Arthur laughed, as this was from the purified Golam lake here. "Master can take it if he wants," he offered it casually before adding, "but can master give me some arrays for defense and offense? Also any guides on how to craft advanced arrays?"

Otman smiled while saying, "big appetite you have here, don't you?" he took out three books before adding, "this one is concerned with the basics. From what I can see you have enough experience to skip it. But take and read, it's not a waste to revise one's info from time to time."

Arthur took this small and thin book before Otman added, "this one here is related to the strongest individual arrays, and this big one is considered the sacred book of all the group arrays."

Arthur took a medium sized and a giant book before storing them away with the items he took before. "Take these as well," Otman took a hundred poles with a huge pile of runes grouped together in one hundred arrays, "these are one of the strongest offensive singular arrays I have ever made."

Arthur received them impolitely while saying, "thanks master. I'll go to check on master Armondo now."

"Beware then," Otman laughed, "this dude is a fight maniac. Might just jump at you even without saying hi."

Arthur laughed before leaving. He now had many books to read and some theories to put to the test. "I shall not depend entirely over the masters," he reminded himself that he should share what he achieved with his large army here. "These will be the base of my future academy," he muttered.

He never thought of running an academy, but when he thought about it, he started to be more accepted to the idea. "The academy is just a sect, but with more commitment to teach disciples more than the sect," he muttered to himself while going near Armondo's place.

Armonda was just as Otman described, crazily jumping from a place to another, fighting disciples until they were already unable to move. "Long time to use a sword in a real fight," Arthur smiled helplessly while approaching Armondo.

Since coming here he never used a sword the way he used to be before. He preferred bow and arrows, especially when he had fortuitous encounters with the different types of his arrows.

Yet his soul deeply craved for swords, like what he used once to use.

"Take this," suddenly Arthur heard Armondo's shout that took him out of his momentary daze. He reflexively caught a long sword, before waving it right and left.

"Quite balanced and not too light or heavy," he muttered while glancing at Armondo. "Sigh, Otman was right," he muttered when he saw the crazy master coming directly towards him with his sword in the air.

"Use all might to defend yourself and try to hurt me. Don't hold back!"

Arthur nodded and the next moment the two swords clashed. Armondo came from high so Arthur needed to adjust his posture and lean on one knee even before receiving the blow.

"Good decision," Armondo commented before he started to wave the sword right and left without any pause. "C'mon, show me your offense," he shouted while laughing, "your enemy won't give you a chance to attack, you must create it yourself."

Arthur was patiently receiving his blows while looking for his chance. "You are right," he said while laughing, "let's have some fun then."

The next moment Arthur ducked all of sudden, letting the sword in Armondo's hand pass over his hair without blocking it. "My turn," unlike the first strike he received from Armondo, Arthur bent his knees to the max before releasing his body like an arrow while his sword moved to penetrate Armondo's chest.

"Good move," Armondo simply retreated while snapping his fingers letting his sword come again in his hand like it never left it from the start.  "But not enough," he added yet the next moment he was startled.

Arthur was jumping up in the air, yet the next moment Arthur moved to appear on top of him with a sword aiming for his head.

"Cling," this time Armondo received the blow to determine the strength embedded in it. "Impressive," he said, "you have such nice sword technique that I never saw before. What is it called?"

Arthur just used a simple shifting technique of his which he rarely used in the recent fights. When he came to this world, he had to use this swift leg technique to compensate for his lack of strength.

Yet such technique was mainly used by swordsmen back in his life. "A swift step," he muttered before changing his body position to appear just behind Armonda who turned to receive his attack.