Fabled Weapon | [Book 1]

Chapter 8 | A Foe To Fight.

~2 months later~

Two months has passed and Timor had been training every day to perfect his skills on his earth magic. Until one day, Boreas thought that Timor had mastered it enough to help him defeating a certain foe.

Boreas and Timor is currently still staying at the same cave, and Timor is currently eating his lunch with his new tail wagging without him knowing. He's eating on fruits that he find in the forest since he prefer finding fruits than hunting for beasts to eat. On the other hand, Boreas is resting at one of the corner of the cave while pondering how he would invite Timor to engage with his battle against this foe of his.

"Timor. There's something important I want to ask of you." Timor notices Boreas called, he quickly finishes his food and approach the corner Boreas are at.

"What is it Master Boreas?" Timor asks curiously.

"I've seen that you have mastered that earth magic you have. And in a span of just two months, that's impressive." This complement makes Timor blushes from embarrassment. And Timor also think that he has mastered his Gaia spell quite enough.

"Yeah. It's all thanks to you that I have mastered it." Over the past two months Timor had been with Boreas, Timor finds himself enjoying Boreas' company and Timor think of them as friends. But he never overlook Boreas' teachings either.

"Yes, I appreciate the compliment, but now I want to ask you." Boreas looked at Timor with a serious face. "Do you think you're capable of handling a slime monster?"

Timor gasps at the name Slime.
"IM SORRY??" (A Slime? Are you serious? me? ABASOLUTELY NOT!)

"A SLIME? NO! NO WAY! NOT IN A MILLION YEARS!!" Boreas already expected this reaction from Timor, and he doesn't blame Timor for being afraid because most people knows how dangerous a slime is.

A slime is a catastrophic level monster, it is considered capable of wiping out a whole county by simply passing through. And not even the demons are capable of dominating a Slime monster.

Even after thinking hard of a way to defeat a Slime, Timor couldn't see himself doing such tasks.

"Why are you already panicking? I didn't say you have to defeat it do i?" Boreas is worried at Timor's reaction and tries to ease his worries. "Relax! just let me explain why i mention a Slime." This manage to distract Timor from his worries and listen to Boreas' explanation. "Just promise that you will at least try not to panic?"

Timor visibly swallowing his saliva and nods. (Don't tell me. Is this another training? Don't you think it's too brutal?)

"I'm not telling you to fight this Slime, well, not alone at least." This confuses Timor and makes him tilts his head. "As you know I'm very old. As well as this slime. And I've been trying to defeat this Slime for countless times. But I haven't even made a vital wound on it."

(No way. Not even Boreas can wound it..) Timor starts to lose hope.

"Do you want to know why I keep losing?" The sudden question intrigued Timor.

"W- why?" After Timor asks, boreas stands up from his laying position.

"It's because, I've always ended up out of mana."