"Oberon get the hell back up! Next time you fall again I'll snap your fucking neck." Master Tebol said as he kicked Oberon in the liver while he was on the ground. Oberon's mouth opened as if In a cry of pain but nothing came out. "Don't expect your enemy to play fair Oberon, if you let the slightest amount of guard down they will bend you over and fuck you!" Master Tebol shouted at his pupils face while he was crawled out on the ground in pain. The Master lifted his foot up just about to stomp on Oberon but with a quick role to the side he dodged the attack and got up with all of his efforts. Slowly trying to shrug off the pain in his abdomen he wiped a tear of pain off of his topaz eye. With a shock of horror he looked at the temple floor where he was laying seconds ago, the marble was smashed so hard it pushed up the area around it leaving dust and marble shards everywhere. The second he looked at the ground he knew he made a mistake. In an instant Master, Tebol ran full sprint into Oberon's torso jabbing his elbow into the boys gut.

The boy fell on the ground hurling out his lunch into the temple floor, discussed the Master turned away from his pupil. "Never look away from the fight." He states while brushing some dust off of his shirt. Oberon saw his opportunity and swiftly launched from the ground next to Tebol. Curling his fist back he sent it forward, right as it was about to strike the face of Tebol the Master swiftly grabbed with one of his hands. Oberon's eyes widened in surprise as the Master pushed against his fist with ease while the boy had all of his weight into the punch. "You're weak! Know your enemy's strength and know your own." The Master began to crush Oberon's hand while it was clasped inside his.

"Master s-stop!" Oberon cried in pain as he felt his fist getting crushed. Tebol let go but kicked him right after.

"Never expect mercy! Know that if you fall, if you give up it's all over. I can promise you, Oberon, you will not survive." The old Master said as he crouched down next to his pupil who was once again, on the ground. Tebol waited for Oberon to look back up so he could see the disappointment look on his master's face, once he knew he saw it he stood back up. "Reya get some servants to clean up the mess he made on the temple, also get a healer for the boy." Oberon sat there on the ground mad at himself while he watched his Master walk away into the temple with a frustrated look on his face.

Oberon closed his eyes and pushed down on the ground trying to fumble his body back together just to stand, hardly and wobbly he stood up holding his stomach he was breathing heavy as of a horse knocked him over. I think a horse did knock me over the thought. The boy was around 16 years of age and was about as tall as 6,1. He had a skinny body and medium-sized arms that looked like they never even seen a weight room. The only toned part about him was his legs. He had run at least 20 laps around the track that the master had 4 times a day, every time after a meal he would go out and run like hell. He had short brown hair that was close to the color of black, it reached down to about eyes browses.

He knew his body pretty well, he knew the limits it could take and what he could and couldn't do, but there was always that one tattoo that was underneath his wrist he still to this day didn't know what it was. It represented the letter "S" with a little bit of spunk to it, it had strange symbols around the S curls. Every time I asked anyone about it they always ignore the question he thought to himself as he traced the rough edges of it with his pointer finger.

"Oberon, how are you feeling?" A familiar voice said, snapping him out of his thoughts. The town healer, Nebula walked up to him and locked up and down his body. Within an instant, she knew what needed to be healed. "You have some broken ribs and a fractured finger." She was one of the few gifted healers in Ionia that could sense what needed fixing. She moved her hands around in the air and within seconds of a certain pattern her healing spell ignited all around her hands. Slowly she hovered her hands above the places that were injured. "You seemed troubled Oberon."

"I feel like I'm not living up to master Tebol's expectations. He seemed disappointed in me throughout the whole fight." Oberon said in pain as he felt his bones drifting back together inside his body. "I don't think I am as strong as he wants me to be, I have the quickness and agility but when I land hits it has no effect." He brushed a hand through his musty hair while sighing loudly. Oberon never wanted to learn to fight in the first place, he saw no point in his training to be an elite warrior in battle. To him it was strange why they wanted him to because Ionia was not at war, there was also no wars in the world at all, currently, it was a time of peace but his dad always said to be prepared for it.

"Master Tebol takes a students problems and crushes them with an Iron fist. He seeks out your problems and fixes them because he knows you have potential Oberon you just don't know it yet." Nebula said as she finished healing. "You are all set to go home, remember 5 am sharp is the time you need to be here tomorrow." He nodded and didn't say another word as soon as he could he began sprinting back home, it was around a 5 mile run from his house to the temple and with night coming he knew he had to hurry or his parents would question where he was. Running as fast as he could in his physical condition he got to his house in around 40 minutes. Oberon opened the door to his house with care, their door was on verge of breaking and his family lacked the gold to pay for the repair. All money they had was saved up to pay for Oberon's teachings at Master Tebols temple. The second he closes the door behind him he looked around the dining room to see his family watching him.

"You are home later than normal Oberon." His mother said with a smile but he could see the concern on his face. His mother, father, and sister were all sitting down at the table enjoying their meal. His father was sitting at the head of the table with his mother on the other side, his sister was sitting quietly with a smirk on her face enjoying the fact that her brother was in trouble. His father was a tall man, around 6,4 he had a rough look with a short beard starting to poke out, it showed he hadn't shaved in days. His mother was on the short side with long strands of black hair going on down her neck, the mixture of his mothers pitch black hair and his fathers light brown hair made the combination that him and his sister shared. His sister was one of the shortest of the family, Oberon wasn't sure if it was because she was 14 and hadn't reached a growth spurt or if she was just naturally short.

"Sorry mother, I…" he stopped mid-sentence wondering what today. He didn't want his parents to know how brutal the training was, after all, they spent every penny on his training and if they knew about it they would pull him out faster than he could ask them not to. "Training ran longer than normal because we had a hand on hand combat session today." Oberon slowly walked over to the table and sat down while suppressing a grunt from pain.

"You look in pain son." his father said while looking at his wife. The same idea was going through their minds.

"No, I assure you I am fine. Just sore that's all." he gave his family a reassuring smile. His mother didn't buy it for a moment but paid little to attention to it, instead, she dipped the ladle into the stew she made and poured it into her son's bowl. He plunged his spoon into the stew and took a big swallow. The soothing warmth and flavor relaxed him. "Mother this stew is to die for," he exclaimed while shoving his mouth full.

"Thank you, Oberon. Its a recipe your grandma had." his mother said with a smile. After a few bowls of stew, Oberon sat his bowl on the table and looked at his parents with a stern look. "What is it?"

"I wanted to ask you guys again, last time you guys didn't tell me but I need to know." Sitting up Oberon pulled down his sleeve releasing his course tattoo. "What is this and why do I have this symbol on my wrist? Every person I have met doesn't have a symbol like this. It's like a tattoo but I was born with this." He exclaimed while darting his eyes from his mom to his dad. His dad looked troubled like he would have done anything to avoid the question.

"Son like I said before I cannot tell you why you have that symbol it w-"

"Why?" Oberon said with a little bit of anger in his tone. His father's brown eyes looked down into the wood of the table trying to find something to distract him from his son's question.

"Oberon I can't! You need to be an adult to fully comprehend what you are. I can tell you this though. That symbol on your arm means you are a great warrior and you can adapt unlike any other fighter on this planet." His father said while looking at his son in the eyes. Oberon looked at his father and knew that was all he would tell him. He switched his gaze to his mother but saw no response from her either.

"Dad when you wake up to go work tomorrow would you please wake me up? I need to be to the temple at 5 am." His dad nodded in surprise that his son blew off their last conversation so fast. "Goodnight" was all his parents heard before their son ran up the stairs. Once his parents heard the click of his door close they looked back at each other. They both knew once they broke the news to there son that he was the Gladiator God the weight of the title would put to much pressure on the 16-year-old.

5 am was an early time and Oberon didn't understand why Master Tebol wanted him that early. Early that morning while he was getting ready to go on the hike he ate some of the leftovers from last night's dinner then began his 5-mile hike. Once he arrived to the Temple he sat on top of the marble flooring admiring the scenery around it. It was a calming area when his master wasn't pounding the shit out of him. Birds and squirrels danced around in the trees looking for food and mates. He spent around half an hour watching the wildlife until he felt a light tap of a boot touch his back. He stood up quickly and looked back, inched from him Master Tebol was standing there with an unreadable look on his face.

"Master," Oberon stated as he bowed to Tebol. "What are we doing today?"

Master Tebol stuck a hand inside his robe and pulled out a dagger, he threw it up into the air and caught it by the blade. He held it out in front of him. Slowly Oberon lifted his hands up and took the blade from his teacher. It was a finely crafted dagger with a steel blade that had the words "No Guts, No Honor."

"Where did you get this?" Oberon asked in wonder as he traced his finger around the curved blade.

"I forged it and assembled it myself. Just as you are going to." Tebol stuck out his hand again expecting the dagger back. His pupil nodded then handed his Master his dagger back. "Follow me, Oberon." The student obeyed and walked down the temple hall with his Master. Opening a large door Tebol and Oberon walked through it and immediately felt a wave of heat hit their faces. Looking around the room Oberon saw big brick and mortar forge that was bellowing with heat, coal sparks where shooting out the front of it because it had just been fired up "Before you craft your weapon you need to learn how to make it effective. From now on every other day of training is going to be spent here. You are going to craft hundreds of different weapons and I am going to teach you how to master them all, a fighter can't just depend on himself he has to know every single advantage. If your weapon breaks in combat you have to be able to resort all. Today I am going to teach you how to harden metal, quench it and shape into any form."

Oberon looked up into his master's eyes with excitement "I have always wanted to learn to forge I just never learned."

"Another reason I am making you learn to forge is because of your strength." Master Tebol said while pointing at Oberon's arms. "You are going to forge for hours on end until you become a great blacksmith, doing that you will gain physical strength, but this is not the only workout you must do. We are going to go through different weights getting your arms ready to be able to deliver a force that has not been seen before." Master Tebol smiled while grabbing a piece of metalworking tongs. This is going to be a long training session Oberon thought as he watched the metal go into the furnace.

4 years later Oberon was doing the exact thing he thought he would be doing. Standing in front of the forge shirtless he was trying to keep cool with all of the blazing heat around him. Oberon was hammering away with all of his might at a big thick chunk of red steel. Oberon no longer looked like a 16-year-old boy. He had major changed all over his body. His arms didn't look like toothpicks anymore, they were heavily defined with muscles and blue veins that went up and down his forearm. His body was no longer frail it had grown extremely bulk with a set of abs that were in the middle of muscular and fine. His whole body was drenched in sweat trying to cool itself down from the molten hot forge. A major difference in his body was the scars he had. All around his body he had scars that littered different parts of his body, the biggest being a scar that ran along his left bicep. He got that scar well learning how to use the short sword, he forgot about an important block technique and his master sliced his arm wide open.

Hours later he finished the metal and made a fine battle ax but It wasn't for him. His master had not let him create his own weapon yet, which Oberon didn't understand because he had mastered every weapon Master Tebol wanted him to. All other pupils of Master Tebol he had beaten with ease and yet he was being held back from completing his training over a simple weapon. It had been over a year since Oberon had a skirmish with Tebol and he was dying to have to another because he thought he could beat him.

"Oberon I see you have finished that battle ax." he heard Master Tebol say from the doorway.

"Yes, I have master. You never told me what it's for?" Oberon asked with a questioning look on his face. The ax had a fine dark metal finish to it with armor piercing sharpness.

"Grab the ax and come to the battlegrounds." Master Tebol said with a smirk on his face. What the hell is he smiling about? Oberon thought to himself. With ease, Oberon picked up the war ax with one hand, something he would have struggled with years ago he did with ease. He walked through the temple halls listening to the small taps of his footsteps against the marble floor. He walked down the temple stairs and looked at the battlegrounds, it was a rough area that no grass living on it because of the constant amount of people who walked and fought on it. The flat dirt area had 6 people all standing around the outside, but there was one person who was standing at the end who was in chains. Oberon creased his brows wondering what the hell he was doing.

"Come, Oberon bring me that ax." Said Tebol with the same smile plastered on his face. Oberon obeyed his Master then handed the ax to him. Tebol took a small glance at the weapon making sure the craftsmen ship was perfect. "Excellent forging Oberon." He said while admiring it. He slammed the ax into the dirt and leaned into it. "Oberon the man in front of you in the chains is a Noxian spy. He was caught stealing intelligence from Ionia's military. He has been rotting in a cell for the past few days so I asked If I could hold him as a prisoner of war. I fed him, clothed him and now he is here. As you now Noxian spies are trained expertly and can take someone out in the blink of an eye." Tebol said while looking at the shaggy main in chains. "He killed 6 Ionian guards before they were able to get control of him. Naturally, I asked him what his favorite weapon was and he said it was a battle ax. As your teacher it is my responsibility to train you effectively as possible so you are going to fight him, whoever wins has to finish the life of the other. Understand?" Oberon was surprised but wasn't at the same time, It seemed like something Tebol would have done. Oberon nodded and took a battle stance while pulling out a short sword from his belt. Some of the servants from the side walked up to the Noxian and unhooked his chains.

The Noxian rubbed his aching hands then looked at Oberon dead straight in the eyes. "You want me to fight a teenager?" the Noxian bellowed in laughter.

"Don't underestimate your opponent spy," Tebol said with a stern look. "You too Oberon." Oberon knew better than to underestimate the opponent. He had spent the last 4 years learning how to fight. "Before this fight begins I want you to hand all of your weapons over, Oberon." Both Oberon and the Noxian looked at Tebol like he was crazy, Oberon wanted to protest but he knew not to. He nodded then handed every single knife, dagger, and sword he had on him. He walked back onto the field and retook a stance with a defensive one. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tebol throw the ax into the Noxians hands. The Noxian immediately took an offensive stance than ran full speed at Oberon.

Right now in the story I am going over his training and how he feels about being the Gladiator God. Make sure to tell me what you think the future relationship should be. Follow me on twitter for story updates! -Sh00ple. Thank you for reading the story so far I think I enjoyed writing this one more than my last story. Any questions feel free to dm me and make sure to leave a review even if its about something I made a mistake on so I can improve.