'To choose a weapon is to choose an extension of oneself'
Slash!
'It seems your body's not attuned for the sword, as I thought,'
Slash!
'Neither the spear, though it holds some promise'
Slash!
'No,'
Slash!
'Neither this
Slash!
'Were getting closer?' whispered a ghostly voice within Alexander's mind
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
The silent wisp of cleaving the air wavered a soothing tune in the surrounding area.
The training grounds were desolate,
The ground was floored with a polished stone.
The walls were colored of a monotone pastel white,
A silver monolith spiraled out the training grounds center in its front a lone figure swung their trident in arc.
The air cleaved marking that sample whistling tune as a trident slashed downward.
Time seemed to lose meaning.
Slash!
Alexander had trained, trained, and trained!
Yet, his efforts bore no fruit,
Still, his rank was that of a Fledgling,
An embarrassingly large amount of time passed by.
Months came and went at an alarming rate.
Weapon after weapon tested.
From cold weapons to firearms
Thousands of different types were made in an effort to
Even the most unorthodox of which were trialed
This intervention seemed to lead nowhere.
Almost none seemed to resonate with Alexander.
But was it really the weapon or the person?
A good weapon that utilizes a person's inherited traits would allow them to unleash their fullest potential.
While the same could be said with a person, in this instance it was the person.
Alex, and Alexander both lacked one thing in common…
They lacked purpose,
what was it they desired
What did their aspirations entrail
Purpose,
What was it?
Naturally, this abstract concept held no real semblance other than to add closure to a person.
There was no such thing as a true purpose, rather only those of which we ruse ourselves, our own forged ones, those which we developed throughout a lifetime of experience. Our lofty goals, morals, and ideals.
This was an 'Initial' in a simple sense,
An initial laid out the blueprint for a person to reach the next realm
Without an initial, a person would never become Scire much less a Fellow.
In theory creating an initial should only take two to four weeks.
Such time was plentiful in allowing a person to reflect on past experiences and goals.
The longer it took a person to forge an initial the greater of an advantage they would have against their peers,
The more tempered and thorough an initial was the greater of a catalyst it would be towards archiving power.
While the theory says otherwise, statistically it was shown that only 1:10,000 would ever create an initial due to the sheer toll it burdened their mind with.
Doing this was easier said than done.
There was no pleasure in creating an initial, its creation forcibly caused a person to experience their most disenthralled linear action.
It was to understand a person's true nature.
Adjusting his posture Alex held his Trident in front of him with both hands grasping its long shaft.
Tightening his grip Alex plunged his body forward, thrusting his upper body forward He held his lower body into a firm stance as his trident pierced through the air.
Foom!
Clank!
As the trident's pierced tip collided with the metallic monolith's study exterior a loud sound pierced the air. The slick surface showed no blemish or damage from the strike.
Elevating his head Alexander gaped at the black screen anticipating the series of numbers which were to soon etch them self on the digital surface.
[32 - Impacts power] A set of bright red characters appeared on the screen detailed to Alexander
Sighing Alexander stared at his hands.
His palm was callused and torn, and his fingers quivered as a result of his unknowingly clenching the trident's shaft with an unnecessary amount of force.
'How many hours have I spent aimlessly swinging this trident,' Alexander scowled.
'Just for it to be a measly 32!'
[User Alex, from careful analyzation person's center of mass, is unbalanced, and your given weapon movement is hindered due to a lack of refined technique, causing it to start moving, stop, change direction, or accelerate in unnecessary intervals,]
Reading the following lines filled Alexander with nothing but dread and hopelessness.
Progress was close to none,
In the beginning, he yielded some but even that was limited to an extent, now it was nothing short of stagnant.
The highest he had ever reached while practicing with the Silver monolith was, a power total of 40
'WHY CaN'T I JUST CREATE A DAMn INITIAL!' Alexander pleaded internally
Alex had not been able to conceive an initial.
He feared it,
Alexander lacked such grand goals that most people started with,
Becoming the strongest, hah, how impudent
I want to protect all of those I care for, so common.
I want to better the world for societal reasons, hypocritical.
Revenge, meaningless
Love, unknown.
Alexander never cared for such things.
He had always lived a mundane life.
His life was never filled with such admirable aspirations,
In his formidable years, his self-confidence was always challenged.
What do I pursue?
'What do I live for…'
'What is my purpose in life,'
'What do I want to live for'
'Am I worthless,'
'Why can't I create an initial'
Lowering his shoulders and slouching his posture Alexander nulled such toil within his mind.
'So be it,'
Alexander's current physical stats were slightly different than several months prior.
His shoulders were brodeur, his abdominal muscles showed a far sharper contrast, his total stamina was relatively the same, his arms gained slightly more valor.
His skin was no longer a sickly pale, rather it was a fair smooth white. His hair was moderately long and pulled to the back to form a topknot.
His green eyes shone as he stared at his trident,
Emotions of Ernst glistened within his emerald eyes.
"Failed again," spoke a firm voice from behind
Meeting her challenging gaze, Alexander noted Evelyn's sigh.
"This is the only weapon that you seem to hold some form of compatibility with," "are you fine with it or do you want it to conduct further tests?" voiced Evelyn
"I.. I'll be frank, I see no reason as to prolonging this, from what I've deduced my body is only adapted for using spears and variants of it with the most promising of them being the trident" Alexander replied as he further increased his hands hold on the shaft.