Taste Of Destiny - League of Legends

Chapter 6: Enlistment

Finally manage to upload a new chapter! Been a while since I have been focusing on WdwF for quite a while. Anyways, here y'all go!

Either you will write disclaimers, or you will die from copyright strikes!

I do not, in anyway, own League of Legends or any resources that might make an appearance here. If I did, I would've already created an FPS game set in Piltover.

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- Early morning in Outpost Thornridge, two months later... -

It was an early morning in the newest outpost of the Accord as Ionians slept soundly in their tents. Soon, sounds of bells rang throughout the tents of the Ionian recruits in the newest outpost of the Accord, causing them to jump up from their cots in alert.

Commander Warspite: "Wake up! It's time to die!" The Deputy Commissioner of Infantry who is overseeing the training of the Ionians yells in one of the tents as he passes by.

In a quick pace, the Ionian recruits immediately line up in front of their tents, preparing for another day of trainings and drills. (Anondric) is by the outpost's proving grounds with Irelia as well as a couple of Myrmidons; all of them watching the roll call of the trainees.

Irelia: "Your marines have a way with words." Irelia comments. (Anondric) shrugs before replying.

(Anondric): "That's mainly my commanders and the quartermasters. The purpose of our training is to change people and turn them into weapons. I hope you had that in mind when you were picking volunteers." He says to her.

Irelia: "After learning from your perspective, I made sure of that." She replies.

Not long later, Commander Warspite and his staff arrived with the Ionian trainees marching in formation to the proving grounds where (Anondric) and Irelia are watching from. Soon after, the Noxians officers began training them in various hand-to-hand combat techniques.

Irelia: "When the trainings of my people started, I thought they would be working with weapons already." Irelia comments.

(Anondric): "If there's something that we marines are good at, it's preparing for all scenarios possible, including losing our tools in battle. The poles and the blades are simply extensions of ourselves, and we are the weapons. The same goes with your relationship with your blades." The Noxian replies.

Irelia: "Extensions of ourselves..." She says as she goes into thinking.

Perhaps it is something that allows her to wield the blades that were once her family's crest. The ancient dance that was taught to her was the means to access the powers behind the extinct art, and allowed her to be connected with the spirits that guide her moves. Before, it was just to preserve a dying culture. Then it was to protect by spilling blood. Now, it is more than that.

She snaps out of her thoughts to see (Anondric) dismissing a female officer who she identified two months ago as Serezha.

Irelia: "What was that about?" She asks the General.

(Anondric): "The first certified Ionian officers have just arrived to assist in training. Nothing you should be concerned about." He replies.

Irelia: "They are going to train and lead my people. I must know." She persists.

(Anondric): "Heh, fine, fine. There's thirty-seven of them. The most successful of them is this Mengde, who achieved the rank of Captain in our books." He says.