"Yes, master." Lester acknowledged, and walked to the empty field. After standing still for a dew seconds, he clenched his fists and said. "Let demonstrate my sword skills."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and dashed towards the practice tree. When he was about to reach the tree, he pulled out his long sword and leaped into the air.
The young fighter landed on one of the tree branches and spun around a few tis before landing on the ground gracefully, standing on the spot.
The long sword in his hand pointed obliquely to the ground, while a long string of leaves floated down in the air.
Looking at Lester's majestic pose, Zachar shook his head in bewildernt. "All that because you ate grilled at just now?"
"Excellent." Oberon imdiately clapped his hands and nodded. "Lester, it seems your swordsmanship has improved a lot these days which ans your power base must have also improved. I'm impressed. Keep working hard, and the sky is your limit."
"Thank you, master. I'll keep on working on my skills."
"Good." Afterwards, Oberon raised his hand, and an extra thin book appeared in his hand. He imdiately waved at Lester and said. "Co."
Lester quickly stepped forward, and Oberon handed him the book. "I found this skills book in the old section of the school's library. It's a sealing skill I believe from the archaic ti. I know I'm not a battlemaster, but I know a bit about swordsmanship. If you can practice your swordsmanship according to the sword skills sets, not many students will be able to match you in swordsmanship."
"Thank you, master." Lester showed a rare look of excitent, took the sword scripts with both hands, hugged it in his arms, and retreated.
Oberon looked at the other students, and then uttered. "Maya, it's your turn."
"Yes, master." Maya put down the at skewers in her hand reluctantly, chewed the at in her mouth a few tis, and swallowed it abruptly.
Then, she wiped the oil from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, stood up and manifested a large ball of crystal, bigger than a boudoir basin, in front of her.
Zachar and the others couldn't believe what they were seeing as they watched with their eyes almost popping out.
Although it wasn't the first ti they've seen Maya's essence crystal, it always got them wondering about the power value of the young water mage.
When Maya stretched out her right hand, a cloud of water mist gradually appeared on her palm.
After a while, the water mist gradually turned into a drop of water, suspended on her palm. It continued to grow bigger until it ford a bubble, the size of a fist.
Then, it floated into the air and exploded into a mass of misty cloud before drifting away into nothingness.
Maya grinned at the mage master, sat down, grabbed her at skewers and continued eating.
"What's going on with you, Maya." Oberon frowned and shook his head. "Your water magic has not improved from the last ti. Well, you know the drill for coming up last. Yes, you'll be doing the cleaning work after we finished eating."
Maya imdiately stuck out her little tongue at Yara, who responded with an inaudible murmur.
Oscar glanced at Maya, and quickly walked up to Oberon and said. "Master, it's my turn."
"Okay, Oxcar. Show us what you got."
The white crystal in front of Oscar turned to a longbow and he drew his right hand on the bowstring. Instantly, a magical arrow was nocked on the string of the bow.
With a thumping sound, the feather arrow slamd into a small tree a hundred ters away. Then, as soon as the essence arrow vanished, his second arrow arrived, followed by the third one.
"Excellent." Oberon tapped his knee happily. "Well executed archery."
"Master, what's excellent about firing three random arrows?" Zachar asked in confusion. "Aim and fire."
Oberon laughed before responding. "Zachar, if you have true sight, you would have seen that Oscar's three arrows were all shot at one spot. If you don't believe it, go and take a look."
"At one spot? How is that possible?" Zachar muttered and ran towards the tree.
The others also followed him.
It was a small tree, but it was as thick as an adult's waist. Everyone searched the tree, and found a small hole as thick as a finger in the tree, penetrating from one end to the other. No other mark was left behind.
"No way." Zachar suddenly lost his voice. "How much power do you need to shoot through such a thick tree?"
"Not my power, but the power of three arrows."
"You an...?" The other students were shocked.
Only then did they understand what master Oberon ant when he said the three arrows passed through one point. It turned out that Oscar was so precisely deadly. That was good archery indeed.
Afterwards, Oberon allowed the at celebration to continue for the next half an hour before dispersing the students.
Since Oscar had to clean up his grilling utensils, he also stayed behind with Maya and put the utensils back into his spatial storage, and the two left separately.
Zachar left with Lester since they lived together. He was so tired after a hearty al that he just crashed on his bed as soon as he entered. But on the other hand, Lester took out the sword script and began studying it.
On the sword script was written: Blade Seals [There is only one who is truly deserving of such an elegant masterpiece of a skill: the Battlemasters.]
The back of the sword script had detailed explanation and illustrations of the seals. After taking a glance, Lester was very excited. This was exactly what he wanted to pursue. He, imdiately, turned to the first page of the book captioned: Fast Movent.
Every move, every illustration, Lester was fascinated by them all. Holding the essence sword in his hand, he kept practicing accordingly.
Zachar raised his head and said with dissatisfaction. "Hey, Lester, can you stop disturbing my peace at this ti of the day? If you don't want to harness peacefully, then don't jump around with your sword like an angry cricket. Let sleep."
"Aha!" Lester responded enthusiastically. "Zachar, let show you a sword move I'm currently learning."
After he finished speaking, Lester jumped into the air, and his body spun in an arc, landing beside the resting Zachar. He pointed his sword at the stomach of Zachar and poked it gently.
"Hey, do you want to kill ?" Zachar jumped up from the bed and dashed out through the door.
"Wait."
"No way. From now on, you can practice anyhow you want, all by yourself." Zachar muttered.
The young druid was walking with his head down, muttering under his breath, when he sensed a heat wave, coming towards him. He already knew who it was. Imdiately, he rolled on the ground, jumped up and ran towards the other end.
While running, he was shouting. "You this crazy girl, what's your problem?"
"Damn you, Zachar. You call crazy? Believe when I say I'll share your roasted charred at with everyone after burning you up." Yara's voice suddenly sounded from the practice ground, accompanied by Maya's bell-like laughter.
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