They nodded, drenched in their sweat
"I need you to attain the level of a High Class Warrior by the end of the year. Until then you will stay at school"
He then looked over everyone:
"You will be training with Matsuda and Motohama. Their power-type profile is similar too Sairaorg, and they already stronger than him, and equal to him if he used his trump card."
"Now, for the flaws, Ise!!"
Ise stood up with difficulty:
"Yes!!"
"You are actually the best out of them, but you are the least capable of being used at the max in a Rating Ga. It's actually a flaw that your King should have noticed in you."
He spoke as he smirked to Rias:
"Your principal issue is your Heroic Trait. You are at full power when a fighting a disadvantageous fight, yet your way of handling a one when you are stronger is subpar."
"But this kind of thing could only be taught by soone stronger."
'Even soone like Vegeta had this kind of problem.'
"Let show you how."
He then pointed at Xenovia.
"The holy sword wielder co at ! I will lower my power so I wouldn't hurt you"
Xenovia who had the least consud stamina attacked with all her might.
"The trick is understanding in depth your opponent, best them in the wit they want to resist you with."
He blocked the durandal with his hand and the two stood at a standstill as Xenovia saw a hope of breakthrough:
"For those who pride in their strength, do not dodge and do not repel easily. They've been always been proud in their attack power, so when they get you in a standstill, they will always want to push throught. At this mont"
He hardened his grip bringing the Durandal to his side and Xenovia with it as his other hand with a Ki ball shot just a little right to her face, yet the explosion behind her made her understand.
'This man, if he was serious, I would be dead at this mont.'
All the others understood, he turned at his subordinates:
"Motohama your tactical awareness is sothing that is worthy of praise. But it worth naught if you lack ruthlessness and wiliness to follow through. Xenovia attacked you two tis, the first ti you repelled her and the second ti you ejected her, reflect on that."
"Yes, your majesty."
"It is the sa problem for the Cat Girl. Your martial sense is as good as the three there, your raw power will only grow with your body. I actually wish I could make you a SaiyanBut you lack ruthlessness. You want to fight yet you are deeply afraid of killing others. So you will either end up sacrificing for others, or being taken down in a suicide attack with weaker opponents that you should have already slain."
The little girl nodded seriously as she rembered how the last Rating Gas, and her trauma of hurting others.
Marek smiled again as he said:
"Next you, Kiba Yuuto. I supposed the nun cured you, co at "
The first thing he did is generate his Sowrd of Betrayer as he road around him with his Godspeed. Even then he realized that he couldn't escape his sight all.
"Good speed, but"
Marek pointed at Koneko and a Ki blast imdiately launched at her with top speed. Without even a second thought Kiba threw himself as he parried the blast, yet the next mont, he saw the monarch appear in front of him as he clutched his head:
"Gotcha!"
He imdiately threw it in the Ground.
"Your weakness is that your fighting style is completely incompatible with your character. You are knight at heart, your duty is before all to protect, you shouldn't have chosen to fight as a speed-type fighter. Speed is useless, if I know where you are heading. Create a better fitting swordsmanship that uses speed to defend. Developing your Sacred Gear should be the least of your worries."
He turned his head to look at the two Great Beauties:
"First, the Hijima. You are such waste."
Akeno who seed to anticipate this scolding, had her head down. Azazel who always doted on her clenched his fists to restrain himself. Knowing that all his analysis has been dead set. Even if Dieuseher Belial was here he wouldn't be that accurate!
"Of all the people here, you are one of the strongest firepower. Yet your battle sense is a complete ss. You have zero danger awareness, zero reactivity. You are maybe dotted with Great demonic power, but as an actual battle strength you are useless. In a narrow battle you will always be on the losing side. And worst of all you are the queen, and the power you hold is great, so people will always send you tough match ups."
"Stop! You are too cruel! Akeno-san is always doi-
-Ise! Let him finish.
Rias interrupted him. Marek sighed :
"If you want to be of help in the Rating Gas, until you develop a good fighting instinct, never fight alone and always follow orders. This way you could learn from others."
"The Valkyrie should find ways to be more versatile in combat. But I am sure soone with your magic knowledge should work around that easily. Overall your performance is great for your actual value."
He then smiled as he looked at the Princess who was slowly getting prepared:
"There are two kinds of Generals in battle: Those who charge at the front leading their people, and those who stay behind being protected by their people. Those two are two good ways of leading. Yet, you cannot seem to resolute yourself to picking either. Let make it easier for you, the first option is only possible if the General is stronger than every single one of his people."
Rias had head down as she had a difficult face:
"Also, you may not like this, but as you are now, you are unsuitable for the power of Destruction."
She imdiately looked at him in the face with a surprised gaze:
"You are pampered princess, yes nobility cos with its prices. But you lived in peace and didn't live in wars like your brother did. To wield any power, one has to understand its profound aning. What does it an? To destroy? What does destruction entail? Your very soul has to be impregnated with it, to love it and to look forward to using it."
He sighed then:
"Get better, continue to fight and reflect on your weaknesses. Matsuda you stay with them."
He imdiately left with Azazel:
"Motohama, when you get better find at Agareas.
""Yes, your majesty""
"Let's go"
In the sky of the floating City of Agares, a man with a charming smile on his face was looking at it like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He continued to roam its sky, then descended, parkoured it, feeling its walls, caressing it, like he was teasing his lover.
"Beautiful city, isn't it?"
"Yes, your majesty. I am in awe."
Motohama had sparkling eyes as he responded to his Emperor.
Marek nodded. He was falling in love with the city as his mood was like that of a aficionado admiring a piece of art.
'I haven't felt that way about a city since Dubai'
He took a deep breath as he heard every life in the bustling city, everyone going about their lives. Happiness, sorrows, hoes of lives. He spoke to Azazel behind him:
"I have decided, I want a city like that to be my Imperial City.
-You seem to have made up your mind.
-Don't make that face, I don't need this city, nor the technology required to make it.
-Oh?
-Indeed, my beautiful crow! I only need you to build on it right! Oh My talented underworld craftsn! I want sothing Imperialist, Sultanist and Noble. A city, a fortress, and a safe ho. I want all my people to have a sense of security when looking at the Sky. I want all my enemies to cower in fear. I want it to be the bastion my Atlas Empire will stand on.
His gaze softened like a daydreaming child as he road through the Agares Fortress. Azazel smiled:
'So he can make a face like that too.' A blue portal opened in front of him.
"So you do have the technology to make a floating city."
Marek gently laughed:
"What technology? I only need to make a piece of land float. Hhhhh. What a crack up!"
He then stopped just before the portal as he smiled :
"I only need good eyes."
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