Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"Okay, now how about we all introduce ourselves-"

"Hold on," The man carrying a giant greatsword announced. "Who the hell do you think you are to be talking to me like this? Ordering me around? You aren't qualified to be my instructor."

The knight was silent, the face guard covering his expression giving him an eerie appearance as the large man stormed up towards presumably Cyrus's new instructor. And it wasn't just this large man who was discontent, but everybody except for Cyrus seemed to have a problem with this.

The man carrying the giant greatsword, discontent palpable, approached the knight who had been appointed as the instructor with an air of defiance. The clanking of his heavy boots echoed in the training area as he confronted the knight, his massive greatsword slung over one shoulder, adding to the intimidation factor.

As he came face to face with the knight, the large man's eyes, unseen behind the face guard, bore an intensity that demanded recognition. His towering presence sought to challenge the authority of the appointed instructor, the unspoken tension hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

"Things like you never change."

"Huh?"

With a sudden burst of energy, the man's entire body was sent hurtling backward as if struck by an invisible force. The sheer impact catapulted him through the training area, his form soaring through various rows of trees like an unguided projectile. The surrounding landscape blurred as he traversed the distance, his body propelled with tremendous force. Enjoy exclusive content from My Virtual Library Empire

A cacophony of crashing sounds ensued as the man crashed into one of the surrounding hills. The impact left a massive vertical crater, the earth upheaved in protest against the violent collision. The surrounding trees quivered in the aftermath, leaves fluttering in the air as if recoiling from the unleashed power.

As the dust settled, the crater revealed the aftermath of the explosive encounter. The man lay within, his body battered and broken, a testament to the overwhelming force that had sent him on this involuntary journey. The once defiant figure now lay still, a silent testament to the potent capabilities at play in this transformed training ground. The air hung heavy with the shock of the unexpected display of power, and the onlookers were left in stunned silence, processing the spectacle that had unfolded before them.

As the dust settled and the echoes of the explosive impact faded, the attention of the onlookers shifted from the man who had been sent flying to the seemingly unremarkable knight. The knight stood in the same unassuming posture, his unremarkable physique and simple armor giving no outward indication of the extraordinary force he had just unleashed.

The gaze of everyone in the training area, now fixated on the unremarkable knight, carried a mix of surprise and awe. It was evident that, despite his unassuming appearance, the knight held a power that defied expectations. The way his body remained still, devoid of any exertion or strain, subtly hinted at the controlled mastery he possessed over the force that had propelled the large man through the air.

Silence lingered in the transformed training ground as the recruits and their new instructor processed the revelation of this unexpected display of strength. The unremarkable knight, still as unremarkable as ever, stood amidst the aftermath, his presence now imbued with an air of enigmatic authority that had caught everyone off guard.

"Now, let's set a few rules. First, you do whatever I tell you to do as long as it consists of training. Second, you train hard. Third, do not fight amongst yourselves," The knight muttered through the visor of his metal helmet. Nobody responded, but that's mostly because nobody was brave enough to. "Good, now everybody, I want you to introduce yourselves."

As the echoes of the unremarkable knight's command lingered in the air, a hesitant shuffling of feet and nervous glances exchanged among the recruits marked the beginning of the introductions.

One by one, the recruits stepped forward, providing their names and, in some cases, a brief glimpse into their backgrounds.

The first to speak was the young man with long dark violet hair and dual short swords. He introduced himself as Kael, expressing his prowess with dual-wielding blades and a determination to hone his skills further.

Following him was the almost beautiful, younger man with long black hair, wielding a large scythe. He identified himself as Velan, his eyes harboring an intensity that hinted at a connection to the arcane arts.

The beautiful, young woman with short white hair, carrying a large longbow, introduced herself as Seraphina. Her calm demeanor contrasted with the lethal grace apparent in the way she handled her weapon.

The human woman, a familiar face to Cyrus, possessed an air of resilience in her demeanor. Her features carried a mix of determination and a subtle trace of weariness, a testament to the challenges she had faced. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face marked by both the passage of time and the strength that had come from enduring trials.

As she stepped forward to introduce herself, her voice held a quiet strength, cutting through the subdued murmurs in the room. "I'm Elara," she began, her gaze steady and unwavering. "I've spent a fair share of time in these lands, surviving against odds that seemed insurmountable. Now, I'm here to refine my skills and ensure that no one can hold power over me again."

Her words resonated with a quiet determination, offering a glimpse into the untold stories that had shaped her journey. The room acknowledged her introduction with a collective nod, recognizing the shared pursuit of strength that now bound them together in this unexpected chapter of training and camaraderie.

The introductions continued with each recruit stepping forward, sharing their names and aspirations for improvement. The room gradually filled with a diverse chorus of voices, each contributing to the tapestry of personalities that now comprised the group.

However, the man with the greatsword was notably absent from this ritual, having been taken away by a few knights on a stretcher. His absence left a void in the introductions, a silent acknowledgment of the consequences that could follow defiance in this newly established training regimen.

"Now, to create an air of competitiveness, I believe it is time that we settle on the rankings of this place. First, let us have Kael and Seraphina fight first. The use of killer moves is permitted as long as you can control them… now please step into the center of the ring."

Kael, the warrior with long dark violet hair and dual short swords, stepped forward, a confident smirk playing on his lips. His introduction resonated with a sense of determination to elevate his already impressive skills in dual-wielding. The violet strands of his hair framed his face as he eagerly awaited the challenge that lay ahead.

Seraphina, the young woman with short white hair and a large longbow slung across her back, projected a calm and collected demeanor. Her introduction carried quiet confidence, a stark juxtaposition to the lethal grace evident in the way she handled her weapon. The short white hair accentuated her features, and her eyes held a depth that hinted at experiences beyond the training grounds.

As they stood in the center of the transformed training ground, Kael and Seraphina embodied contrasting styles, poised to showcase their abilities in this impromptu duel. The unremarkable knight, their instructor, observed with a watchful gaze, ready to evaluate the strengths and weaknesses each recruit brought to the forefront. The air hummed with anticipation as the recruits braced themselves for the clash between these two formidable contenders.

Kael and Seraphina faced each other in the center of the training ground, a palpable tension lingering in the air. The unremarkable knight, their instructor, stood at a distance, his gaze unwavering as he prepared to assess their abilities. The recruits watched with bated breath, eager to witness the clash between these two formidable contenders.

Kael initiated the exchange, his dark violet hair swaying as he lunged forward with a burst of speed that seemed almost unnatural. As he closed the distance, he channeled his unique skill, [Shadow Dance], causing afterimages to trail behind his movements, confusing Seraphina about his exact location. His dual short swords gleamed as he executed a series of quick slashes, each strike carrying a mix of precision and unpredictability.

Seraphina responded with grace, seamlessly drawing her large longbow and invoking the power of [Silent Echo]. Arrows materialized from thin air, creating an ethereal symphony as they whistled toward Kael. However, Kael's agility proved unmatched as he deftly dodged and parried, the afterimages of his [Shadow Dance] confounding Seraphina's attempts to anticipate his moves.

In response, Kael tapped into a latent ability, [Violet Mirage], creating illusory duplicates of himself that further confounded Seraphina. The training ground became a dance of shadows and illusions as Kael pressed his advantage, each duplicate executing attacks with lethal precision. Seraphina, however, remained composed, drawing upon her own unique skill, [Arcane Harmony], which allowed her to sense disruptions in the magical field, revealing the true location of Kael amid the illusions.

The dance continued, both fighters demonstrating a mastery of their unique powers. Kael unleashed [Twilight Torrent], a rapid barrage of strikes that blurred the boundary between shadow and substance, testing Seraphina's agility and focus. In response, she employed [Astral Weave], an ability that temporarily shifted her into a semi-ethereal state, allowing her to phase through Kael's attacks with ethereal grace.

As the battle unfolded, the training ground transformed into a canvas of magical prowess. Kael's [Shadow Dance] clashed with Seraphina's [Silent Echo], creating a visual spectacle of shadows and arrows. The recruits watched in awe as the two contenders pushed the boundaries of their abilities, each move a testament to their unique powers and skills.

The unremarkable knight, despite his outwardly plain appearance, observed with a keen eye, assessing not just their combat prowess but also their adaptability and strategic thinking. The clash of powers and the intricate dance of shadows and magic continued, setting the stage for a riveting duel between two recruits destined for greatness in the Leviathan City's training arena.