War's Warrior

Chapter 14

The next day followed in a similar matter. People whispered about him every where he went. Some of them gave his suspicious glares, not believing that he was loyal to them. Others practically worshiped him because of his reputation for being a hero who suffered through tragedy and pain and all that. He still couldn't believe that some of them asked actually asked for his autograph. The ones that knew in the past were a whole different matter altogether. They either tried to approach him, asking for forgiveness and friendship, or they watching him from afar, as if they couldn't believe that he was alive.

He didn't care what their thoughts about him. He was planning to leave soon. Gaea's last attack had assured him that the one to come would be the last one. It would be the hardest and worst attack, but he was more than ready to get it over with. He knew that the Void squad and himself could easily take out Gaea, Kronos, and all their little minions. It didn't worry him in the slightest. What worried him was Order. That battle would be the hard battle, not this one.

Gold had declared that he would reveal who he had been in his past life when they had defeated Gaea and Kronos. Ice had laughed loudly, falling off the couch while tightly clutching her stomach in the process. She had then announced that if Gold revealed his past identity, which was highly unlikely, she would also reveal hers.

Breakfast was spent with Gold restlessly making jokes about his identity. He would laugh every single time that some demigod approached him, asking for his autograph. He seemed to feed off his pain. Ice rolled her eyes at every joke he made, muttering something about idiotic men and their terrible sense of humor. Shadow caught her smiling at the funnier jokes though, and knew that she would rather die then admit it.

After breakfast, he spent his time training the immortals more. They had improved, but not much. Their style of fighting was still to predictable. They still weren't that skilled in some of the other weapons that were also useful during fighting. What he stressed on was getting them to peacefully work together. Most of them despised each other and didn't work well with some person. He wondered if that was because they weren't in a life threatening situation since they most certainly wouldn't stop in the middle of fighting a common enemy to yell at each other for something that happened a century ago. At least he hoped so.

The Void soldiers were progressing much better. Since they already knew much in the art of battle, he gave them separate lessons from the immortals. He gave them lessons in the art of stealth. After centuries of being an assassin, he taught them some of the tricks of assassins. Some tricks he taught them were widely known and expected by other assassins. He informed them this just in case an assassin decided to attack them or they decided to attack an assassin. Other tricks he taught them were his personal tricks. Those tricks were much harder to master, of course. However, they were much more effective. He didn't share all his tricks, just a small fraction of them. He informed them that if they ever decided to become assassins, they would need to develop their own tricks. An assassin's tricks were like the assassin's trademark.

Either way, he worked the Void soldiers and the immortals restlessly. He didn't give them breaks, at all. The Void soldiers weren't affected by this. The immortals were dripping with sweat, breathing deeply. They whined a lot about the unfairness of the circumstances. Their stamina was dreadful. You'd think that their stamina was much better after a couple centuries. But he had learned that he shouldn't expect much from them. He didn't even want to know how Gold and Ice were doing with their groups.

"Try to make the least amount of noise as you can," he instructed the Void soldiers. "Any amount of noise can alert your target that you're there and you've just lost your target. You need to become one with the elements, so that you can easily glide through the air without making any sound. You need to be completely aware of your surroundings, so that no part of it can take you by surprise. Everything matters, from the easiest way to escape to the arrangement of the leaves on the ground. Every detail should be considered and stored in your mind, because that detail can be the cause of your death or some major injures. Always remember that. Now attempt to sneak upon these dummies," Shadow pointed at the dummies shipped in from the Chaos Castle. "They are extremely sensitive. They will turn to the slightest noise. They will whip their swords in your direction if they hear the slighest noise from you. It doesn't matter that their swords won't cause any fatal injury and only cause a incredible need to itch the place that was touched by the sword for a couple minutes. "