Part 7: The Training
2 years of rigorous training and preparation passed. I had summoned all of my armors and mastered the weapons that they wielded. My physical strength and speed had doubled or maybe even tripled. Hell if I know I was stronger that what's counted. My fur grew long and glossy in the winter and shrunk to about 1½ inch in the summer, and got a gold luster from training hard all day underneath the sun. I was trained to use all of the weapons by Allen and the greatest swordsmen on Gaia. I learned the landscape of Fanelia and all of the neighboring countries. I grew fiercer in my attacks, but I remain very gentle. I had gained extensive knowledge on the Legendary Celes, another guymelef like Escaflowne. I also learned how to pilot a guymelef, accidentally getting my tail stuck in one of the gears. OUCH! Not very fun, or pleasant. My armor and sub-armor adapted to build sub-armor, on, and armor, on top of my tail, to protect it. Merle and Reeko taught me how to survive in the wilderness, what plants cure poisons and are poison, what plants are edible, and what are not, stuff like that.
"You are ready to go. Prep your equipment and be ready to go at dusk." Van said.
"Yes, sir." I went to my quarters, gathered my supplies, and tested them. There was a thick 1ft pole with a button I pressed it. The pole extended until it was 3ft long with an arrow point. I threw it catching it at the end. (Because I'm good like that) SHING! The arrowhead changed into 3 prongs that were barbed. I pressed the button and it changed back into the pole and set it down on my couch. The 2nd item was a retractable shield another like Van had used in his dragon slaying mission. I hooked it to my arm and pulled the trigger. It expanded into a shield that would protect my entire upper torso. I changed it back. The 3rd item was a bag of supplies, flint and steel, medicine, etc.
"All right I'm ready to roll." I said. "But wait what armor am I going to use? Oh well. Like it matters right?" I grabbed my bag, and went into my bedroom looking into the mirror I was my slacks, weighted ankle and wrists bands, and no shirt. I grabbed my silver sleeveless vest from atop my dresser and put it in my bag. I looked out the window, it was dusk.
"Ok. Here we go." I headed out of my quarters, my bag on my shoulder, locking the door on the way out. My friends wished me good luck. I activated my sub-armor my shield melding with it as I sprinted from the castle gates towards the darkening forest, hoping not to my death. My eyes soon adjusted to the night, but I still need to make camp and get some grub I thought. I walked and
walked and walked some more.