Fired and excuted

A smile forms on Akiyama's face as the semi advanced crank system makes fields easy to mow down their extensive farmland. Using the utilities.

Akiyama himself pieces it together. Where these advancements emerged from, when he used the tanks to fight off the zombies in the first place and the flying.

Equipment. The police use those two pushing the rest to progress hundreds of Morges and grave yards forming along the end of the kingdom's residential.

The more common method though to cremate the dead as to not let the undead energy ressurect them from the ground. The ash often spread across the fields. During windy days.

Enhancing the growth of the crops, a technique develop in the belief of those ashes return the soul to the ground, in the natives opinion, the Netherworld considered underneath the sundering undead realm

Another factor being the Arise of corps follows over the expansive war zones that used to exist across all the continents those flowers set to be burned because of what lies beneath them.

The only exception to that rule being Poppies and their bright red colouring, Something Planted by Akiyama over the fields of unfounded bodies.

The result of the lost life being the manufacturing of dog tags to be used by all military so they can always be identified or, in most cases, no explosive weaponry really available in the wider range of the world.

Akiyama beginning to think himself the only one with access to the shop, figuring something else would have had to happen to all the other players summoned for such a reason.

He Glances over the prices of the shop for soul, nothing extreme, aside from what can be called super weapons, even Akiyama concerned about some of the more destructive ones.

Glacial cannons volcano bombs Nuclear weapons Etc the weapons the utmost category of their prior world's technology in nuclear weapons and the insanity that is an antimatter bomb and satellite Steel launcher

He shrugs. "The Gaia array more dangerous." Thinking how he could load in a destructive plant environment that would break down structure into raw minerals and eat them.

Going along asphalt roads, he would shrug. "It wouldn't stop if that was the case." Or how it can launch a desert environment that would starve the country of water.

Creating a natural disaster from the disturbance. He glance at the prior area of tornado Alley writing a blueprint design for a construction project.

he signs of writing it as an environmental study structure to alert them early on of Natural disaster possible and major climate shift those problems for a later date.

turning to the dark of night, well colourful Lanterns float into the sky kept at a specific high by ropes lighting the Surroundings. and slowly sinking base on the fuel.

The Lamp post, as most call them only, set a light close to dusk and burning until 5am lit by a Night patrol and filled by a forager who move during the day

this giving more than one purpose to a patrol units and making jobs for the currency that's relatively replaced souls in wood coins carved with runic Patterns that determine the difference between fake and real ones.

Designed as a countermeasure against the future concept of Banks that use worthless slips with a number on them or fake all together the process to make them contained with a selective machine in case humanity forgets how to use magic.

Getting up, he walks towards Ignis' training area, overlooking it. He watches how Ignis exchanges blows with the trainer, struggling against the grown mans physical prowess as he's repeatedly smacked around.

a small smirk across his face '𝒉𝒎𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕' he draws a long wooden sword Jumping down as a spectral aura envelop him.

the trainer reacting instantly as he puts his hand up to defend Akiyama. plummeting down onto it a crack resounds as the trainer's Arm broken.

his blade split as he step back, the thunderous boom of Akiyama landing blowing up massive amounts of dust the cloud dispersing the instant Akiyama moves.

The trainer to slow to react as the wood blade cleaves up his body undercutting him as he's thrown back from it, his shirt ripping down the middle.

The thud to ground satisfying "argh!" Akiyama standing up "and that Ignis is how you beat down a grown man. When you're smaller than them."

He groans to his feet, "the bruising my son coming back from training is too extreme for you to be teaching him regularly and he's not coming back with anything learnt so in response to this I figured I'd watch and what I saw…"

"isn't up to code." the enormous blood lust pushes down on him the trainer collapses onto one knee, growling, "your regiment is more in accordance to a Regime's brainwashing."

He draws his sword, the slice sound of the blade drawn making Ignis shot up watching his father. "As such, I've declared fired from service for the attempt of controlling the thoughts of a Royal heir."

"punishment Execution reason slander" he grabs the Trainer, taking him out of the area a blade pierce into the man's chest outside the range of Ignis.

The acidic corrosion seeping through his body. He gags up a semi transparent white liquid, his entire body melting away as even his bones are disassembled.

Turning to a puddle of sludge, it burns through the floor; he lifts his hand above the acid. It bubbles evaporating the ground, repaired by molten lava. He walks out. Ignis staring at him.

"So, boy, you want to learn how to parry." he nods, prepping his self. "Well, parrying is just avoiding a blow with a contact point. Come at me." Ignis Rush, his father undercutting Akiyama swords swings from the side hitting his blade it knock off course.

Hitting the air instead of him, he kicks out Ignis's legs as he falls to the ground. "That is technically what a parry is thought's different for each weapon and situation."