TBATE | The chosen emissary

Chapter 3: Training, planning

*Time skip for 5 years*

Vigor's POV:

After five years of longing, every day that went by for me hasn't been completely wasted. I spent 2 years developing my mana core until my parents allowed me to start my training at the age of 4. Every second, every minute, every hour of each day, I utilized all of them, it was either I attempting to push my training to the limit or spending time acquiring crucial mana, combat knowledge and strategies in library.

My parents also started playing a big role in training me when they found out I had the affinity for both Earth and Fire elements. Despite being a talented fire mage at the dark yellow core, my mother is a conjurer so she could only teach me certain fundamentals in regards to fire mana manipulation and little practical combats since my awakening indicated that I am an augmenter. My father on the other hand, he was enthusiastic about training me with everything he had as a light orange core. Needless to say, opposite to my mother, he mainly focused on practical stuff or to be more precisely, sparring with me for hours per day. At the beginning stage, he and me would usually have hand to hand combats with the using of pure mana augmentation. Then levels after levels, it would be combats with earth mana augmentation combined with practice weapons like wooden swords. However, I wasn't stuck at only swordmanship. Hell no, I wanted to be at the pinnacle of weapon mastery, to become flexible enough to use all types of weapons flawlessly and effectively.

Hence, I begged my parents for their approval to let me practice all forms of weapon. Attempts after attempts, thankfully, they accepted my wish and my father even ordered 5 guards who were specialized in 5 different weapon skills: sword, hammer, bow and arrows, spear and axe to train me. All of them were greatly impressed at how incredible fast I learned and mastered all of the weapons despite my young age.
The skill that I mastered faster than the rest was none other than archery.

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I'm currently standing in the training field section for my family's guards, holding a simple wooden bow in my left arm while my right arm is grabbing an arrow from the quiver worn on my back. I place my feet shoulder-width apart, pinch my buttocks together to bring my pelvis forward. My back is remained erect so that, when I pull the string, arms and shoulders of mine form a "T" shape. My stance now is comfortable enough to hold for long periods of time, but also firm and alert.

"Great job young master, your stance
is perfect." Brian, my family's leader of archer guards unit, who is also the person assigned by my father to hone my archery skills.

Brian is a young man in his late twenties with a bright orange hair and brown eyes as well as a well-built body but not as muscular or bulky as melee soldier. His form is in fact best for agility, which is incredibly needed for archers who are required to keep their distance from enemies in range combats. In terms of his core stage, Light yellow, powerful for an individual in his age. Having him guarding this place, the security of my family will not be a problem at all. I can see that my father has talented men working for him.

As my mentor compliments me, he shoots 3 bullets of wind in front of me acted as practice targets with a suitable speed for me to catch up. He exclaims:

"Commence!"

After hearing him, I instantly attach the arrow after I planted wind mana on it to the drawstring. I then pull the bow's drawstring back toward my face quickly with my three fingers of my right arm. Aiming at the first wind bullet, I release the arrow as it flies even faster than regular thanks to my wind augmentation. As soon as the arrow contacted, Brian's wind bullet exploded easily. I repeated my action to shoot down two left bullets with ease.