The moment Sigurd arrived at Lyngvi's court alone, he was met by several warriors, including a Wolf-man who towered over them all.

The temperature had also decreased significantly, much more than what was outside, possibly due to the magical power possibly belonging to the one sitting on the throne.

"So you've come by yourself, Sigurd." Lyngvi snarled out, gazing at him as if he was prey "I don't care if you came here or not, until my death, you won't stop me from invading that puny kingdom you live in!"

"Why?" Sigurd asked out of curiosity and intrigue, with a mix of some anger.

The Wolf-man stood up, his chilling breath felt by his brethren, anger and fury was also rising inside of him.

"It is necessary! We, the great tribe of Hundings have been living and surviving through the way of plundering, pillaging, slaughter, and enslavement of other people!"

With a reply full of emotion, it should make Sigurd be determined to kill him.

But the teenage boy chuckled, before briefly covering his mouth to suppress his emotions.

This act of his only made a hatred burn in the eyes of the wolf-men, forcing them to take battle positions. He looked like he was mocking them, and only by a silent command did their lower their weapons.

"Is that it? Sorry, but sooner or later I don't think you'll still be in this position. Now, Lyngvi of the Hundings! I challenge you to a duel!"

For a moment, the Wolf-men processed his words, and were all surprised.

Doesn't he know what he is doing?

"Does that mean..."

"Silence, our brother, the King will hear! Let us stand aside and observe their battle."

An agreement was made among the men, and they began to watch.

So what did Lyngvi do? He grunted, not backing out on a challenge from the man who looked too young to be in front of him.

"Let me prepare my equipment, wait on the backyard. My brothers will lead you there."

He stated calmly, standing up and motioning his men to do as told.

"Go on then."

Although Sigurd was careful, he took several precautions to casting Flash Air to his whole body, preventing harm upon him.

Taking a considerable distance from the Wolf-men who were escorting him, he eventually arrived to a place where a large stump of a tree was.

Aside from that, this place was simple, and several warriors were present, some were humans and most were wolf-men. They were confused about who he was until it was revealed that he is the one who would challenge Lyngvi to a duel.

Something which most were interested at.

So Sigurd sat on the stump of the tree, awaiting the King of the Hundings' arrival.

When that happened, he was now wearing a large bear's hide as a coat, two heavy swords as thick as his arms, shoulder pads of thick leather, and thick lower armor for protection.

It also appeared that he had painted his face in order to look more menacing.

And even with all that, Sigurd was quite impressed. Standing up and brandishing his axe, Bani, he prepared himself to fight Lyngvi.

"You want to challenge me, human? Then I'll give you a challenge! Awoo--!!!!"

With a howl, he riled up the hearts of his wolf-men, making them cheer for him as they knew how strong he is.

In the next moment, the Wolf king howled again, this time sending a stream of cold blizzard wind coming from his jaws, freezing anything that came into contact with it.

As swift as this attack is launched, Sigurd leaped sideways, rolling to the side to further increase the distance of his roll.

Next, he ran towards his opponent, both swords raised and preemptively swung towards him at blistering speeds of 350 km, almost unseen by modern humans.

Having no time to evade this attack, Sigurd immediately reinforced Bani, along with his entire body with Od, something he had practiced ever since he supposedly "lost his memories", bringing out his life force as energy.

The technique to use Od is a complete mystery towards 97 of people here in Scandinavia- ahem, Midgard except certain people, this technique he uses is further boosted by several magnitudes.

Now at the moment the two strikes with tremendous force were blocked, two massive shockwaves were emitted from the impacts.

It pushed Sigurd's body down, making his boots dig down to the ground below like pressing thumbs on soft clay.

To him, it felt like blocking a door from being pushed open by three people and he was still stronger than those three combined.

Now what?

He pushed the swords to the side, making them plant down to the ground, before kicking the Wolf-man king by the abdomen.

"Kuh-!"

"I'm not done yet!"

With a yell, the Wolf-man was hit with a long combo that laster for 5 seconds, before immediately recovering by striking back with his own punch that pushed Sigurd a meter back.

Still, the two were standing, taking battle positions as the people around them began to cheer for either men.

"Lyngvi! Lyngvi! Lyngvi!"

"Go on, warrior! Fight him!"

"Go! Go! Go kill each other!"

"Valhalla awaits you, King Lyngvi!"

Several others similar to this was being chanted excitedly, as if they didn't really care much about the lives of the two.

They wanted to just see them slay each other.

Soon enough their battle became more similar to a clash between two servants in a holy grail war.

Figures blinking, becoming blurs that move almost at the speed of sound, sparks appear and disappear between tens of clashes.

And in another moment, Sigurd parried and clashed with Lyngvi again, this time his body glowed up to indicate his growing strength.

This only began to make Lyngvi feel a bit of fear, yet he noticed something peculiar.

"Why don't you use that sword of yours?" He asked, then almost feeling like he would regret asking it. Still, he could make him spend some time for something else that could turn the tide of battle to his favor.

"Gram, huh? No, I'd only use it where it is needed." He replied, lowering Bani to weave through a series of vertical and horizontal slashes.

"Still, you're not Hunding, but his son. Who killed him?"

A spark of anger appeared on the Wolf-man king's face, though it is replaced by one of sorrow.

"Helgi Hundingsbani. He killed my father and now I want vengeance, which will now be stopped by your victory!"

The reply was filled with some venom, and it felt quite a shame that he will never die by that man's hands. It won't stop him from doing his very best to slay Sigurd though.

He wants his chance, and this victory will prove to him that he is strong enough to avenge his father.

"Then I suppose we'll have to end this soon, eh?"

That signal was all that it took for Lyngvi's chest to rise, before a terrible breath of winter, cold enough to be lethal to all life, came out of his maws, bursting towards Sigurd.

This was the strongest attack he could have made yet, and he hoped he wins through this.

Sadly, the only ones affected were the men behind him, and his opponent had used Flash Air throughout his whole body to defend himself. That doesn't include his axe, which had been damaged by the cold.

After the powerful chill subsided, Lyngvi realized what had happened.

Sigurd really wasn't surprised, and he could take advantage of this situation easily. Yet...

"Ouch, now that's a broken axe." He muttered sadly, slamming the flat end of his axe to the chest of the wolf King, shattering the one powerful axe of steel to large pieces, with the exception of parts of the blade and tossing Lyngvi away from him.

Then, briefly looking behind him, he noticed several figures that had become statues of ice, some looking like they tried to escape.

The sight of such had made Lyngvi feel afraid and disheartened, all he wanted to do was freeze Sigurd, not his people!

There was none to blame than himself, and some of his people were now staring at him like he wasn't their king. Others had left, and their accidental involvement

His chest had bled due to the impact the axe made, yet it hindered him little, now what?

"Slay me with your sword. That is all I ask of thee. If you do, there will be a chance I will go to Valhalla." He stated, glancing down to the ground as he knelt.

Sigurd, however looked like he would sigh. Most people here have little to no survival instincts, knowing they would go to Valhalla if they fought well.

So he wanted to convince the wolf in front of him. In short, he was sparing him.

Why?

"Now that sucks. If you want to really go to Valhalla, then you will have to prove it. Just by being here won't, and you'd wake up in Niflheim than being brought there." He told the kneeling wolf King, just before he glanced at the remaining wolf men.

They questioned him why he wouldn't slay Lyngvi, and Sigurd's only answer was to behead them with his sword, knowing he could actually just trick them.

"Why? Why are you sparing me, stripping me of my honor?"

"... You have a lot more to live for. Now leave."

Honestly Sigurd didn't know what he's even talking about, it's more like him bullshitting his way out of a problem.

The wolf-man king, soon to become former, reluctantly left, carrying a bit of shame and even thinking about what he would want to do next.

Normally, people would want to avenge themselves due to the humiliation, but Lyngvi felt tired of that. Maybe he wasn't fit to become a king for his people, anyway.

His rule was rocky, and he didn't even know what to really do.

He was at a complete fault. Now he was gone, sneaking through the forest behind.

With some deceit, Sigurd covered up some evidence and decided to tell everyone that Lyngvi had escaped wounded.

Ouch, so much for a small treaty between the two.

Before Sigurd decided to leave, he assisted in uniting the people and establishing some laws because there were little.

He also found problems, and decided to tell them to offer sacrifices of animals to Yngwi-Freyr, or just Frey(r) for short in order to have a good harvest.

So what's next?

He avoided returning to his hometown, going straight to a mountain to meet a certain dragon guarding a cursed treasure.

[ ~ TO • BE • CONTINUED ~ ]

Sigurd's Stats:

Strength: B (plus)

Agility: B (plus)

Endurance: B (plusplus)

Mana/Od: A (plusplus)

Luck: B (plusplus?

Current Equipment:

Gram - Annihilating Lightning Blade of Ruin

Rank: B(plusplusplus, reason: FFN is salty on plus signs)

Type: Anti-Army

Description: The reforged sword of his father, Sigmund, now that it has a fragment of Mjolnir, it is significantly stronger than the original sword.

Due to it currently not being a noble phantasm yet, it's weaker than the future, complete version.

Bani - Axe of the Hunter

Rank: D (plusplus)

Type: Utility

Description: A weak axe with an incredibly sharp blade equal to the original Gram. Doesn't really have much of a use than for utility.

Can be thrown.

Once Sigurd is summoned as a servant, he could just randomly give it to his master for self-defense reasons.