(Chapter 3: Training Days)
It was coming around the latter end of June as Tyson and Freed had started their training off with an immediate quickness, due to both being incredibly rather motivated for their own separate reasons. Therefore things had gone off to a pretty good start with Freed being incredibly glad to have a training partner who was able to keep up a majority of the time, while Tyson was simply happy to further bond with his cousin, and having someone who could provide challenging training and sparring sessions.
Other than that things had gone rather well for the trio considering the past few weeks since Freed's moving to Austin, seeing as how they spent it hanging out and eating together, as well as watching movies and getting stoned together…so overall a good time for all involved.
(June 28th, 2018, Austin, Texas, 10:14 Pm)
It was the middle of the night as just like Ddraig said more monster sightings were happening across town, with Freed decided to give his cousin a bit of trial by fire to test how he'd function in actual combat.
"Well, Tyson. You keep saying you want a challenging fight…So I figured what better one to give you than a werewolf." Freed spoke as from their hiding place they saw an ashen-blonde haired werewolf devouring a homeless person
"First of all, I never thought I'd be fighting a werewolf this quick. Second of all, do you have anything in case this thing tries to bite me and make me a mutt? Because I don't want to be howlin' at the moon anytime soon." Tyson asked his cousin
"Oh trust me you'll be fine. You're more than tough enough to resist getting turned by one, plus I'm pretty sure Ddraig will make sure you won't get turned in case you do get bit. Even if you do, I got some spells on standby to take care of that shit." Freed answered back assuring his cousin everything would be just dandy
"Do you got me covered if I do get bitten, Ddraig?" Tyson asked the dragon within
"I do. I will not have my partner be tainted by some lowly flea-bitten mutt. So you can rest assured that you will not be plagued by lycanthropy." Ddraig answered back
"You see, everythings' gonna be fine. So go out there and kill yourself a goddamn werewolf." Freed said slapping his larger cousin on the back for encouragement
'Here goes nothin'.' Tyson said to himself as he charged into the fray
The several foot tall werewolf was caught up in hollowing out the stomach cavity of the homeless person it was munching upon like an oversized Baconator, that it failed to realize that massive fist that ploughed into the side of its face with such force that it was sent spiraling away 10 feet into a brick wall. With the werewolf's head spinning from the sucker punch, but before it had time to further process what had just happened; Tyson came rushing in with a thunderous left hook that nearly toppled it to its knees.
Yet while it was busy recovering from the mighty blow, the behemoth rained down a relentless assortment of punches at the werewolf, who was unable to stand forth and bring its full primal might to bear against him. Which was why, in little way of options against the unyielding assault that was being rained onto it had tried to go for a bite at Tyson's midsection, of which was soundly countered by a vicious knee strike to its jaw that sent it tumbling away.
With the creatures' right side sustaining peach-sized bruises and welts across its form, all the while it snarled at Tyson who looked at it with a smug grin on his face and adopting a high-guard stance; as he awaited his furred target to come after him. So come forwards it did, as it ran after him on all fours to try and get within mauling distance; yet Tyson rushed after it to meet the beast's charge with one of his own.
Tyson immediately striking out with a vicious overhand right to the dead-center of its face to stagger it, before unleashing a potent 4 punch combination to the body; that was ended off with a left uppercut that audibly thudded against its abdomen. With Tyson grinning as his punch to its liver worked its magic, causing it to whine and snarl while it clutched its stomach; giving Tyson the opportunity to throw a left hook to its ribs with bone-cracking force.
"You wanna eat me so badly, then come and take a piece already! I'm standin' right here." Tyson spoke as he sent the werewolf flying back a dozen feet with a powerful uppercut
"Come on…Tell you what, I'll make this easy on you and won't use my hands." Tyson told the creature as he put his hands behind his back
"Are you sure this will work?" Ddraig asked as he saw the werewolf snarl at him
'Trust me, this works almost every time.' Tyson answered back through their teleathic link
"Come on, or are you much of a beta-male sack of shit; that you can't even take down a sitting target!" Tyson called out
"I'll..eat your…insides!" The werewolf growled out as it raced towards Tyson
Tyson continued to stand in place with a cocksure grin on his face as the werewolf raced closer and closer towards him, waiting until it leaped up to try and tear and shred him to ribbons with tooth and claw to leap forward and counter the attempt with a flying-knee. The attack hitting it in the chest so hard that you could faintly hear the breaking of its ribs, as a pained howl-like whine escaped its bloody maw; before it was preceded by a quick and thunderous left cross that embedded the werewolf's side into the ground with an audible thud.
The werewolf rose once again to try and swipe at Tyson's neck only for him to put his arms up in a cross-guard to block and then counter with a left knee to the werewolf's throat, causing it to stagger back. All before Tyson unleashed a devastating shovel hook to its stomach that was enough to nearly make it fall over backward, before delivering a blistering 5 punch combination that each punch thudding against its bruised and battered chest harder than the last, it the sound of crunching bones and flesh-tearing were anything to go by.
His combination ended as he jumped up and delivered an elbow that smashed into its face so hard that its fangs shattered like glass; leaving a bloody maw as Tyson followed through with a monstrous overhand right to its left eye, the impact fracturing its orbital in the process. The werewolf's eye rapidly swelling shut from having its face partially caved in by the attack, Tyson then followed this through by quickly leaping and ducking out of the way from a bite aimed at his throat; to deliver a brutal punch to the werewolf's liver that had it falling to all 4's from the attack.
With his opponent on the ground, the behemoth of a man leaped on top of the battered werewolf and wrapped his massive arms around its throat to put it in a neck crank; the bloodied beast tried to break free from the hold put upon it, clawing at Tyson's arms in a vain attempt to free itself. However, it was to no avail for Tyson had already sturdily planted himself atop the thrashing beast who tried to free itself from the hold while Tyson continued to crush its neck with his vice-grip; unflinching as he took a few short moments to adjust himself into position.
Once he did after those few brief moments, he proceeded to crush the werewolf's neck like one would crush a soda-can under their boot-heel; the beast soon fell limply to the ground once Tyson released its neck that looked like it'd been run over by a steamroller. From there Tyson returned to his cousin who was applauding him for having put on a hell of a clinic against the werewolf, while the behemoth managed to come out of it with a few superficial injuries at worst.
"Well, holy shit. I knew you'd do awesome tonight. But I didn't think you'd put on a fucking domination on your first try!" Freed exclaimed in pride of his cousin's lopsided victory
"Thanks a ton, man, I mean I figured I could beat the shit out of it. Since I beat by a mile and then some on a technical mile. Plus I don't know what it was, but I just got into the zone and from there I just went to town." Tyson replied as he couldn't explain it but for whatever reason when he fought the werewolf he was able to just get into the zone and absolute dominate against it
"Well, clearly you knocked it out of the park with what you did. I mean I figured you were good at fighting, from how much we train together. But damn, you did good tonight!" Freed spoke
"So…do ya mind if we go for another one? I'm feeling pretty good after I stomped the shit out of that werewolf." Tyson requested in feeling more than ready for another one
"I don't see why not…So let's keep this murder train going till midnight!" Freed spoke as without further encouragement the duo headed off to spread more carnage to any creature in their sight
(2 nights later, June 30th, 2018, Tyson's Mindscape, 11:25 Pm)
A few nights would pass for Tyson who was currently within the mindscape created by the dragon of domination to converse with one another in.
"By the way, Ddraig. Thanks for making this place something less on fire." Tyson said whilst floating in the midst of the mindscape
'Granted, it's a volcanic hellscape, but at least its a heck of a lot better than just fire everywhere.' Tyson added as he reflexively dodged out of the way from a burst of magma erupting from a nearby fissure in the ground
"This place is still incomplete. However, it feels much closer to my home than it originally was when I first bonded to you." Ddraig's voice echoed
"Oh yeah, you being a fire-breathing dragon and all…Makes sense that you'd make the place look like that." Tyson spoke
"Indeed. While my former home was not the most glamorous of domains in comparison to others of my kind. My territory was still one that I was more than proud to call my own." Ddraig replied in fond memory of his homes' former glory
"If you don't mind me asking what was it like when you weren't ya know…stuck in this Sacred Gear or whatever?" Tyson asked the Dragon of Domination
"...Forgive me if my mind is a bit hazy on the subject, for it has been many centuries since those times. However, I recall that it was a wondrous time for myself. A time where I was free to continue on my path of becoming the strongest, most dominant creature around. A time where I had near-absolute freedom and all other creatures were forced to recognize my strength as one that could surpass the gods themselves. More importantly, it was a time where I was able to unleash my power upon the world as I saw fit and show every single living thing that I was the strongest to exist." Ddraig answered back in fond memory of the era in which he was able to live free
"To this day, I hope that my former home still remains; despite the many centuries I have been locked away. I'm sure that even still it remains as glorious as it once was." Ddraig added in remembrance of the times he'd sore through the volcano filled domain that he once called home
"That sounds like it was one hell of a time." Tyson replied
"Indeed it was, Tyson. Those times were ones where I felt truly and utterly godlike in my power. I honestly can not express in enough words what it was like in those times….Only that it was one of the few joyous myriads of memories I can remember." Ddraig told him
With the Red Dragon Emperor having treasured the era of which he had unadulterated freedom to roam the planet and the worlds beyond as he pleased, and done as he desired as one of the strongest creatures in creation as the greatest times of his life. For Ddraig would give almost anything to attain freedom once again, and spread his wings once more in defiance of the world that had left him in chains for so long.
"...But those times have long since passed. Now I reside within the confines of our Sacred Gear that has yet to even reach its true form." Ddraig said as reality hit him once more of his seemingly everlasting bondage
"Hey, if there's any way I can help you get out of here. Let me know." Tyson spoke up getting the massive dragons' attention
"You would free me from the binds of the Boosted Gear?" Ddraig asked
"Well, yeah man. It seems like you got a pretty raw deal to be stuck in something, and then get your strength used without your consent…Yeah, that sounds next level fucked up to me. Personally, no one should get done that dirty. Which is why if I can help it, I'll do what I can to make sure you can see the world in 4K, my guy." Tyson answered back resolutely
"I appreciate the sentiment, Tyson…However, I will hold you to that when I see that such a thing is tangible in its possibility." Ddraig replied
"Hey, it may not seem like it now. But one of these days, I'll make good on my word to get you out of here…Or at the very least make it so your now cooped up in my head for the rest of my life." Tyson said to the massive red dragon 5 times the size of a Walmart
"Forgive me if I am not the most optimistic. It is merely that I have resided in a purgatory of constantly passing on to one partner to the next for millennia after millennia. Hardly any of them went as far as to make the same promise to me. Those that did either failed to do so from the life they lived, falling in battle, disease or old age finally catching up to them." Ddraig listed off
"Or one of the worst-case scenarios, in where they went so mad with my power; in the idea that they were all but invulnerable. That they tried to fight against powers far beyond their station and wound up bringing themselves and countless others to ruin….So forgive me if I am not the most…optimistic about my chances." Ddraig finished with a sullen melancholy that could only come from numerous centuries of disappointment
"Then all I can really promise ya, is that I'll do the best I can to earn you your freedom. Until then, I'm gonna focus on making sure we're one of the strongest creatures to walk the earth in your honor." Tyson swore to the Dragon of Domination
"That is quite a lofty goal…Are you sure you will be able to accomplish that?" Ddraig questioned while Tyson cracked a smile
"I know for a fact I can. I have the willpower to see it through to the end, the technique and skill to go against nearly any bastard who gets in my way, the power to knock a fucker out if I gotta. The only thing I need is the experience and time to get me to where I need to be, and time will take care of the rest." Tyson answered back with utmost confidence in his abilities
"With that kind of bravado and confidence. I have no doubt that you'll make good on that goal." Ddraig said cracking a smile that dwarfed the mixed martial artist
"Of course, I'll make it! The only thing I'll need is some help from you along the way…After all, we're partners as you keep saying. So it only makes sense that we do this shit together, and turn into something no one can touch." Tyson responded causing the smile on Ddraig's face to widen in a somewhat more predatory one
"I will be happy to lend you my strength and wisdom in any way I can. If I can aid you to make you and myself by extension a dominant force in the world once more. Then I will gladly assist you in whatever way I can." Ddraig said back
"That all sounds great, Ddraig. Because I've got a few ideas on what we can do together…That is if you can swing it?" Tyson told the ancient dragon
"What do you have in mind?" Ddraig inquired
With that Tyson went over with Ddraig some of the things he wanted some assistance with Ddraig in making happen, of which the Red Dragon Emperor was more than fine with making happen.
"The only thing I can say about your ideas, Tyson. Is that they will require time and a few bodily modifications to make happen. Otherwise, I will make certain that these changes happen." Ddraig told him
"Hey, as long as you can get it done. I appreciate the help, Ddraig. Thanks a ton." Tyson thanked the dragon before him
"This is nothing for me at all. I only ask that you move forward, you make sure we are recognized as one of the strongest to exist. Do this and stick to your morals on whatever may come, and I will consider that plenty in terms of compensation." Ddraig replied
"Don't worry, I've got it covered, Ddraig. Before you know it, the whole world is gonna remember the strength of the Red Dragon Emperor!" Tyson assured his partner holding out his left hand for a fist bump
"And I look forward to seeing such a thing become a reality, Tyson Hagler." Ddraig said back returning the fist bump with one of his massive hands
(July 2nd, 2018, 2 days later, Hagler Residence, 1:45 Pm)
It was 2 days later as Darian was wondering what the multiple thuds were going on in their backyard, only to see that when he came out to look it was Freed struggling to get out of a rear-naked choke he was put in by Tyson.
"What in the hell are y'all doing?" Darian asked as to why his cousin was currently pinned by his behemoth of a brother
"Oh hey, Darian. Freed has been asking me for help in case he ever goes against a fucker who's good at grappling. So I'm helping him learn how to get out of 'em." Tyson nonchalantly answered back while Freed continued to struggle
"...Is this true, Freed?" Darian asked
"Yeah…I'd be out…of it by now..But Tyson's just really, really…fucking strong." Freed told him as he was reminded of his cousins' brute strength yet again
"...Well, just try not to kill 'em. I'd rather not have to do CPR on him because you got carried away." Darian said to his brother
"Don't worry, I've got it covered. I mean he's still conscious." Tyson replied as Freed continued to struggle against the seemingly ironclad hold
"When you two are done, lunch will be ready in an hour. So get cleaned up, 'cuz I don't want any of y'all tracking mud into the house!" Darian told them before heading back inside
Once Tyson and Freed had spent some 15 plus minutes doing grappling defense training and getting cleaned up, they eventually joined Darian in the dining room for lunch. With it being after everyone had their bit of good laughter, and eating their lunch and then subsequently helping to clean up afterward, did Freed and Tyson meet back up in the latter's bedroom and play some Mortal Kombat.
"Alright, Freed I do have to ask one thing?" Tyson asked the exorcist
"What is it, man?" Freed questioned
"Since we're gonna have to worry about exorcists and angels coming for you. Should I worry about the same thing with those Devils you mentioned, when you were giving me the rundown on everything?" Tyson inquired on if he'd have to worry about the other side of the 3 Biblical Factions
"Yeah, they're gonna be a fucking problem." Freed responded before sparing a glance away from their fight
"Because that's one of the shitty things about you getting as strong as your gonna need to be. Eventually, your gonna have those fuckers coming after you to make you their bitch boy. So unless you want to be someone's manservant, I suggest you keep your guard up." Freed added causing Tyson to look at him with a wtf look
"I'm sorry they're gonna do what to me!?" Tyson questioned
"Yeah..Devils' have this really shitty thing where they like to take people they think are strong, beautiful, or et cetera and turn them into their slaves, servants, and whatever the fuck you want to call it. That's why I'm training you so fucking hard, so in case they try to come for you. You'll be fucking ready to their sorry asses a new one. Or those fuckers in Heaven try to kidnap you or Darian and make you guys their bitch." Freed answered back much to Tyson's ire
'Especially when they got their hands on Lint, and did who knows what to her.' Freed said to himself, cursing what befell his sister
"Are there at least any Devils' that ain't total shitheads like that? Because there has to be a few out there that aren't." Tyson inquired
"There's like two…maybe three that I know of who are like that. Otherwise, the whole lot of them are bastard-covered bastards with bastard filling." Freed answered back to his knowledge of the Devils who weren't giant assholes
"Well, unless you have any way to teach some holy bullshit. Then I've got my work cut out for me." Tyson spoke, knowing his severe lack of holy or divine based attacks had him at a deficit
"Nothing that I can teach you immediately. So sorry about that, Tyson. But unless you can pull something out of your ass, then your gonna have to figure something out." Freed told him
"It's all good man…I'm sure I can figure something out. It's just gonna take a crap-ton of time on my part is all." Tyson replied
"Besides, with Ddraig in my corner. I'm sure that we can come up with a few things to fuck shit up. I mean between my being pretty good at beating people up, and Ddraig being a super old, god-killing dragon. That together we can figure something out." Tyson added in full confidence of his and Ddraig's combined capabilities
"Well, at least you've got that shit figured out. Because just like those fuckers from the church. Devils' for all their being up their own ass about being hot shit. Can still fuck your day up if you get caught slippin'. So be on your A-game, Tyson." Freed told his cousin
"I'm always on my A-game, Freed…If there's one thing you will never see me do in a fight, is let myself get caught slippin' if I can help it." Tyson assured his cousin
Say what you want about the behemoth of a Red Dragon Emperor, but despite all of the antics and high-risk moves he liked to pull in fights to get a win over an opponent in a fight. The one thing he never would let happen in a fight, as long as he could help it was ever let someone catch him slippin' a fight, as he would be damned if someone managed to do so and make an ass out of him.
"I'll take your word for it, for now…You have been doing pretty fucking well during our sparring matches, and so far when you fight monsters; they don't much of a chance against you." Freed replied in admission of how well his cousin had been doing so far
"Well, unless there's anything else I should worry about. Then the only thing left to do is see if you wanna run it back? Because I just beat your ass Liu-Kang." Tyson pointed out as the screen showed that Tyson's character had won
"You fucking know we're gonna run it back!" Freed spoke as they immediately went back to the character screen
"Ya really think you can beat me with Raiden?" Tyson questioned
"I can beat your ass with both hands tied behind my back, and then some you gigantic fuck!" Freed answered back with a cocksure grin on his face
"It's your funeral, Freed." Tyson said as the two went to it as he selected Liu Kang again
(The next day, Riser's Mansion, 2:56 Pm, July 3rd, 2018)
It was the following afternoon as Riser was in the lower levels of his mansion, in the workshop portion of it. Working on more of his armors and armaments he was going to give to his peerage before they went out on their missions…or he would've had Xuelan not informed him of his sister wanting to visit with him.
"...What did you come here for, Ravel? I doubt you came here just to exchange pleasantries." Riser inquired as he was busy upgrading a broadsword for Karlamine
"Riser, I just wanted to…" Ravel said before Riser turned to meet her with his ever piercing gaze
"Ravel, do not waste my time. With small talk or how you came here to check on me. Tell me what you came here to do and quickly. I have work to do, and I will not have it wasted because you wanted to have a little chat." Riser inquired in a clipped tone of voice
"It's about our family, Riser." Ravel told him
"What about them? Unless it's about Sirzechs's good-for-nothing cunt for a sister, or our parents who've forced me into this farce of a marriage. Or my favorite one, their comparing me to Ruval and our other brother and how I should be more like them. Then I doubt its anything pleasant." Riser replied with a steel in his voice that made his younger sister unconsciously flinch as though stricken by a bullwhip
"Please…You can't keep avoiding them forever, Riser. At some point you do have to see them face to face." Ravel said as a glare began manifest on Riser's face
"I can avoid them for as long as I like. After this god-forsaken wedding is done and Rias produces a spawn for them, as they so desire. Then I can go back to how things have been and never have to deal with them again." Riser tersely replied
"After all, everyone gets the best of what they want in the end. Mother and Father get the alliance they want with the Gremory's, and I can work on my machines in peace. Without that bitch bothering and demeaning me…Honestly, why I am forced to go through this with Rias of all people is beyond me…Especially when there are better people to be married off too than her" Riser added in both lamenting and hatred of his situation
As to him it was bad enough he was being wed to someone whose only redeeming feature was her looks, but the fact that it was too someone who had so little to offer in the relationship and yet had the audacity to make an ass out of him and demean and slander his reputation because she couldn't have her way; infuriated him. The fact that as much as he wanted to return the favor, but couldn't because of who her brother was, and the fact that his parents would harass him to no end if he did anything to jeopardize the marriage made his hate and rage over this farce for a marriage and his parents grow with a festering anger.
"Besides, why do you care about our family relationship? I didn't take you for the type, Ravel." Riser inquired
"I care, because I do not want our family and more importantly our house to become fractured and risk falling to ruin; because of the differences between you and the rest of the family. Which is why I am asking you to at least try to meet our parents halfway." Ravel answered back as Riser rolled his eyes at her in response
"Do you really think I care if our family falls to pieces? If our family tears itself apart then I could care less…Besides, unlike you Ravel. You're not the one who is the black sheep of our dear family. Or should I say the black phoenix for semantics?" Riser retorted
"...I am not asking for much, Riser. Just that you at the very least show up to a family dinner or at least be seen in public with one of us." Ravel requested
"You actually are asking too much from me. Besides, I will take a wild guess and say that the only reason that you were even sent here? Was not only because I would hear you out because you are in my peerage. It would also stand to reason, because they want to be seen with me because the wedding dates are drawing closer and our loving parents want the family to be seen together." Riser assumed in knowing that his parents wouldn't have Ravel come here unless it was important
"...You are not wrong. However, this could be a good thing, and this could be an opportunity to repair things between them…Even you have to admit that it is growing tiresome with this grudge you have with them, over something that could benefit our household." Ravel said whilst Riser could only bury his head in hands and let out an irritated and weary sigh
"There is barely anything good that comes of this. The only thing that can and will come of this, Ravel. Are the greying of my hair and wanting to scream myself sick; from hearing her endlessly complain about how I've ruined her life." Riser haughtily shot back
"Besides, what will they do if I don't? Disown me, replace me with you as our family heir? Or some other 'terrible' third thing I should be afraid of. If so, then I very much welcome it. It would be far better than living under people who'd sell me out in a heartbeat." Riser added with derisive scoff at the end
"Riser, you can't be serious about that! It would be suicide to let that happen." Ravel said taken aback at her brother's attitude at the possibility
"Why shouldn't I? It isn't as though I won't have anything to fall back on. I'll have my inventions, I'll have my machines that I can use to help get myself work. Not to mention I'll have Milicas there in my corner to help me…At least with him I know he'd never fuck me over." Riser replied in full confidence of his chances should he be disowned
Considering that between his stellar record in the Rating Games, the fact that he had a pseudo brother in Milicas and the fact that he was a successful artificer in the making; Riser felt pretty good about his chances; should he be forced to fend for himself without the support of House Phenex.
"You really think you can go on without the support of our house or our family?" Ravel asked as her brother walked over towards her, his piercing gaze never leaving her
"I know for a fact that I can. I haven't spent years of my life just being a 'gigolo' as you and my 'beloved' fiance assume I have. No. I've made sure that even if I do strike it out on my own, in case our parents disown me and leave me without the titles of our household. That I will be more than prepared to survive on my own." Riser answered back with a small but smug smile on his face
"In fact, the only thing holding me back from doing what I really desire. Are them and my detestable cunt for a fiance. Whom I still can not fathom as to why they want me married to her when so many other superior choices are out there…But that is beside the point." Riser added as his sister saw a confidence that showed itself plain as day in his ability to be self-sufficient
"Then you won't mind telling me what it is you have that makes you so confident to be without our familys' support?" Ravel inquired
"Ravel, you may be many things to me. My little sister, the only person in my family whose presence I tolerate, a smart young woman, and a talented bishop. However, I do not trust you with things I have planned and what I do to make myself independent of our family." Riser answered back as he put a hand on her shoulder
"But Riser, who else are you going to trust with this information than me? Especially when I help you with the peerage." Ravel questioned
"I have Yubelluna and Xuelan for that. Not to mention, I don't really need you all that much Ravel. After all, with the potency of my machines. It won't take me long to create an A.I that can do your job far more efficiently." Riser stated as he towered over her with eyes that flickered with an intensity of an inferno
"After all, like any machine that becomes obsolete; you can and will be replaced. So, I suggest that you stay in your place and not go beyond your station of prying into things you shouldn't. Otherwise, I will trade you at a moment's notice, to someone far less pleasant than me. Am I clear?" Riser told her with steel and certainty behind the possibility that it made her throat dry with a quickness
"C-Crystal." Ravel immediately replied
"Good. Now, begone. I have to finish updating Karlamine's weapons and get started on making new chainsaws for the twins. Their old ones aren't effective enough against hardy creatures like bullete's or earth elementals. Therefore they are in dire need of improvements." Riser replied
"Understood. But please at least consider what I've said. I don't want to see our house fall, because we can not get along with one another." Ravel requested from her brother who returned to his work
"I will 'think' about it. However, as I ordered of you a few seconds ago. Leave my workshop unless you have anything important to discuss." Riser said back before his sister then went about her business
'After I'm done, I'm really going to need a drink…or a smoke.' Riser lamented to himself as he went back to working on his Knights' new broadsword
So with Tyson and Freed having begun their training together in order to prepare for the harsher threats of what's to come, as well as seeing all is not well within Riser's peerage and his relationship with his family. So how will things continue for all parties involved, as time persists onwards for them? Find out in the new chapters of, Heavyweight Dragon Emperor: Alternative!
Now then onto some of the reviews from the last chapter.
Obsidian Nova Arc: Not gonna lie that sounds like a good idea, plus it would be hilarious to just have Tyson and company just mug them right after they rock their shit. So I will definitely add that to the list of future ideas.
Alright everyone that takes care of that, as I hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter and everything that's gone on in it. However, without further delay let's get into now shall we.
First up we've got Tyson's first official fight against a creature which I hoped you guys enjoyed for all it's worth, considering that with Tyson's now superhuman physicality and all of what he knows in terms of his skill set it made sense to me that he'd be able to take one on.
Coming up after that we get a bit between Ddraig and Tyson. Since I thought it would be nice to show that in this instance Ddraig has pretty much been worn down by his years of being stuck in the Boosted Gear, something I hope to dive more into in the story.
Following that, we get a bit between Freed and Tyson, where he actually gets a warning about the Devils' and the Heaven Faction, the latter of which will start coming into play once we hit the Holy Sword Arc and beyond.
Lastly, we've got the bit between Riser and Ravel, which I loved writing out. Considering that with Riser having had it with his family pushing him into the arranged marriage. I figured it would be a neat take to show just how its affected his relationships with his family.
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