Imp:Devil Born

Chapter 12: A Cold Night and a Warm Morning

The night shun bright.

Valor sat down on a log, eying down the pathetic form that Valen had fallen to. Training beyond the falling of the sun, Valen demonstrated his physical aptitude, narrowly proving himself in the eye of his new mentor. Sacrificing his patience and stamina seemed wasteful in Valen's perspective, in reality, all this pointless show of strength and endurance was valuable data for the pale demon.

"Good, good, great even..." Picking Valen up from his exhausted state, the two sat on a log. "For a person without being able to control their life force in any way, your strength and endurance is quite remarkable, admirable in a sense..." Choosing his words carefully, Valor wasn't much of a person to compliment, "your father, a swordsman, trained you in your early life, am I to assume correctly?"

"You're right, my... father trained me from a young age..." Valen seemed uncomfortable talking about his father.

"Good, we will see your training..." Standing up from his position, Valor pointed his sword at his apprentice. Their eyes meeting, Valor had a plan to test him with and Valen didn't know what the hell to do. "To do is to act upon your actions!" Swing his swords down with a great force, his action seemed like it was going to kill, but Valen threw himself out the way.

"Crazy Bastard!!!" Unsheathing his own sword, Valen got up on his feet, cementing a firm stance against his supposed teacher. Randomly being attack wasn't out the norm for the black hair swordsman, he lived his fair share of causing trouble and people retaliating back. Yet, this was different. For the days he knew Valor, this guy uniquely different from anyone he met, no one he knew held a candle to his insanity.

"Your stance is stiff..." Executing a forward slash, Valor is blocked by the imposing blade of Valen. They weren't equal in strengt, so Valen could only block for so long before being overpowered. It was incredible to think how different species can be.

Pushing back Valor's sword, Valen shifted his blade in a attempt to stab him in the shoulder. It failed when Valor spun around, whacking Valen in the face with his tail, "Ah crap!", stumbling back a couple steps and nearly falling. Valen rub the end of his nose, "That wasn't cool dude!"

"Your fault for forgetting I have a tail..." Taking no time to waste in attacking again, Valor and Valen roughly clashed swords, "it is the job of a swordsman to remember their opponents qualities if they have fought them before!". Using his legs, Valor kicked his opponent in the ankle, distracting them with the sudden pain to shove them to the ground. Their training match ended when Valen opened his eyes to see the end of Valor's sword, inches from his face.

"Shit... I lost real quick..." Valen could do nothing but frown, even after Valor helped him up. They leagues apart.

You suck at teaching Valor! Michael yelled at Valor from the mind. He had basically beaten up Valen and gave half-assed advice.

"I was never good at teaching..." Valor said to Michael.

"I will take over then, worthless jackass!" Michael in his iconic personality possessed their body's control, it time for some proper lessons.

On the other hand, Valen heard the words, 'worthless jackass' out of nowhere. It was seemingly directed at him. "The hell you call me?" Perking his head up, Valen stood up against Michael. "Did you call me a worthless jackass?"

Confused at Valen having taken the undirected insult to himself, Michael had no choice but to go with the flow. "Hell yeah I did! The quality of your swordsmanship was shit! Down in the dumps with the rotten vermin!"

"Shut up! I can be better! Actually, I will be better to spite you!" Gripping the handle of his katana, Valen swung full force at Michael. "Screw you!!!"