It had been three weeks and four days now.
Climbing the mountain while pushing the Boulder had been a different kind of hell.
There were tis he was assaulted by beasts of different core ranks. And one ti, he had to face three blue cored beasts at the sa ti.
It had also rained twice. And one ti, the rain lasted for two days straight.
It made the ground terribly slippery.
Chiron had no choice but to stop pushing upwards. He sat there on the ground and used his body as a wedge to hold back the boulder from rolling down the mountain.
Getting to the higher points, was far worse than when he started.
The boulder got bigger the higher he went.
By the snowy regions of the mountain, it was already twice bigger than the boulder that was cut during the test.
Sowhere along the line, Chiron's sandals had snapped, and he was forced to continue up the mountain without footwear.
He had long removed his shirt, and his pants were torn at different points.
His hands were filled with callouses and tear that bleed when ever he pushed the boulder even an inch forward.
But to say that there had not been an advantage to this would be a lie. For example: His muscles had gotten stronger and firr.
His control of his spirit energy had beco more focused, and far bit clearer when he looked into the Dantain pool. Although there was still a while to go to make his spirit energy foundation sturdy, this far was already incredible.
It was also the only reason that his body was not riddled with frostbites. It was because he used his spirit energy has a blanket from the biting cold, and also used it as gear to drive the boulder forward.
In many instances, many people would have given up on such a task, but not him.
After all, there were also tis that the boulder would roll down because of a slight mistake, and regardless of his fatigue, he would run after it to catch it.
Although along the line he got wiser.
He would use trees to form Barricades after going certain distances. Sotis it worked. Other tis, it didn't.
However, after three enduringly painful weeks and four days, he had finally made it to the top.
He practically looked like an ant before the boulder.
Regardless, he had completed the assignnt.
He sat to rest for a bit.
After about an hour, he rose to his feet, "Hey, OLD MAN!!!"he shouted to the sky, "I'm DONE!"
At first, there was no response, but after a while, the old man suddenly appeared floating down from the sky with a smile on his face.
"Good! Good!!" The old man clapped continually for him, "very impressive! You managed to finish even before the deadline. I see you are really a strong and enduring warrior like your ancestor Chikit."
Those words made Chiron raise a brow, however, this was not the ti to be thinking about such a thing. Therefore, he let it go.
"For your next test, you will be tested on your might as a warrior. As you know, your ancestor defeated a dragon and founded the Chikitsa Clan. You must show that you have the sa tenacity that he did."
Once more, Chiron raised a brow, but his attention was imdiately brought to the shaking of the earth.
"What is going on!?" he asked.
But even before the old man could respond, a mighty dragon burst out from the mountain peak.
It was big, black, with sharp scales leading to its long tail, and it had red lines trailing all over its body like the sway of the ocean. Its eyes were blood red and its wing span was terribly large.
It also had four limbs. Each of them was as thick as a pillar, and its big body was the tower.
Chiron had never seen a dragon, but those red lines on its body reminded him of his blood manipulation technique.
"The Blood Dragon!" he muttered lowly.
Blood Dragon was the mother of the dragon egg he now had as a servant.
This was obviously not so small fry to be taken likely.
"Prove you are worthy of the Scabbard by defeating this dragon. Show your bravery."
As he spoke, the old man faded into thin air.
The old man had only disappeared when the Dragon flying in the air caught sight of Chiron.
It growled loudly into the air and rushed down for him.
"Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! FUCKING SHIT!" Chiron cursed loudly.
How was he supposed to fight a freaking Dragon? These things were the apex of the food chain.
Natural-born hunters that were obviously loved by the world. After all, they could rune speak directly from birth.
It was not just the size of a dragon that was usually intimidating but also its wide range of abilities.
As the terrifying beast dove for him, Chiron suddenly understood what rats felt when a big Bald eagle swooped down for the kill.
The dragon went down for his head.
Luckily, he rolled out of the way in ti.
The heavy wind the monster blew his way rose its own snowstorm.
The beast circled the area.
The mont Chiron saw it coming back around, he resigned himself to running from his life.
He was not so dumb as to think he could win a fight with any flying creature from the ground. Much less a dragon of such significant strength and size.
He looked down below. The first thing he needed to get was out of the open and into a region with cover.
He imdiately activated his Spirit energy as he ran forth down the mountain.
Naturally, the dragon growled as it chased after him.
But he did not stop. Only running as fast as he could.
After all, it was definitely not going to end funny for him if the dragon caught up.
Death was assured.
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