Training For A Better Chance

Although The Triumph Maker had secured a clean victory in preventing The Non-Human Slayer's raid, they didn't choose to declare the celebration. Instead, they resumed their hardened training inside the specific arena where the statues of heroes on the sides were observing them.

Emerald smoke covered a large portion of the arena, showcasing the silhouette of Scrap Devil leaping rapidly. Across The Demonic Forger, Mina Rodax folded her hands and inspected her enemy's spot, shifting the azure color in her suit into an amber one that shone a light as bright as a dawn sun. 

The Telepathic Hero propelled her hand and reactively brimmed the flaring light through her palm, unleashing the rapid rain of the amber shape projection upon the mist. The diminished into nothingness alongside the unfinished scrap cannon, leaving Scrap Devil panting in franticness. 

"Ah..damn, I thought your rain couldn't vaporize my mist that fast," The Demonic Forger complained.

Mina Rodax sighed and teased, "This is why you should never skip any training section, Caldister."

"At this point, you're not wrong," The Demonic Forger bickered, rushing to the right and emitting more mist on the back of his leg.

"However, I still have a couple of tricks up my sleeve," Scrap Devil scoffed confidently, dashing to the right.

However, his dash encountered a spectacular failure as The Telephatic Hero's legs suddenly blanketed by the amber shroud, immobilizing his motion and erasing the smoke traces without any difficulty. Scap Devil inspected the raining particles and grumbled in bewilderment, especially since his motion was still sealed by the shroud,

"You're probably wondering why you are disabled?" The Telephatic Hero taunted, hovering closer to her opponent and giggling.

Mina Rodax pinched her chin, "It was simple, some of the rain pieces latched into your inside."

"Wait, wait, you developed a virus-like psychic power now?' Scrap Devil guessed.

The Telephatic Hero nodded, "Right answer."

"I thought your amber-colored form was only capable of removing a curse?" The Demonic Forger uttered in disbelief.

"This is very nightmarish for a speedster," The Demonic Forger muttered.

Mina Rodax panted, "It's called developing its potential to the fullest."

"That's why I'm glad that you are the test subject," The Telephatic Hero said snarkily, heaving her palm forward and twisting it to the right. 

"And you will see it's full curse once I said….Mina Rodax paused before hushedly uttering. "Fracture."

The amber shrouds scattered into nothingness, initiating the infection as The Demonic Forger began to loudly scream and tremble to the ground. Furthermore, he felt a pain similar to a thousand needles spiking his legs, rolling over the ground, and loudening his agonizing scream as his legs shuddered.

Itchiness occurred in The Demonic Forger's limb, scratching his thigh repeatedly and holding his throat as he tried to prevent more screams from spreading. Witnessing the psychic infection was successful, Mina Rodax lowered her floating feet until she obtained a smooth landing.

"You should be thankful I am not a criminal," The Telephatic Hero asserted, drawing her knuckle.

"Because I could give you a worse disease or shatter your organ," Mina Rodax uttered, detecting an emerald mist blistering from the back of his legs.

"Well…well…well, thanks for the necessary explanation," The Demonic Forger replied sarcastically, spinning his hand on the mist and reshaping some of its remains into a new object.

Particularly, The Demonic Forger reformed the mist into a tiny gun with its frame made of rusted steel, discharging the electrical strings on its muzzle when he aimed toward Mina Rodax. Nonetheless, Scrap Devil pressed the trigger and fired off the paper-thin blue beam onto his psychic foe.

The Telephatic Hero exhaled a chilling air and composedly whirled her body to the left, evading the thin ray flawlessly. Scrap Devil grunted before roaring his agonizing scream again as his legs received a pain similar to a large spear skewering him, uncontrollably dropping his newly forged gun.

"Begone," Mina Rodax commanded, swinging her knuckle downward. 

The unseen pain from Scrap Devil spontaneously vanished, allowing him to clear his throat and disperse the mist behind him. The Demonic Forger forcibly lifted his legs as he glared toward Mina Rodax, who approached him, offering her open hand. He politely brushed it off, regaining his stand.

"Whoa, your stealthy infection was one of the most dangerous attacks, but unfortunately, I can still outwit it," The Demonic Forger proclaimed, sheepishly giggling and rubbing his knees.

"Especially that you didn't disable my power," Scrap Devil remarked, puffing an exhausted air.

Mina Rodax shrugged it off and mumbled, "There is always a chance for an improvement, Caldister."

"But thanks for pointing out its major flaws, I truly appreciated it," The Telephatic Hero said.

"I'm going to expand its capability further," The Telephatic Hero remarked.

Scrap Devil raised his thumb and sneaked his sight above "Pleasure to hear that. "

"By the way, hey Daigrun, are you done observing both of us?" Scrap Devil insisted, noticing his team leader, Daigrun VII, silently observing the sparring.

"How about your turn to display your power to Rodax, while I take a brief rest?" The Demonic Forger taunted.

The Alien Leader flapped down his single bug wing, sending him to land onto the ground in a steady standing position. Then, Daigrun VII firmly surveyed The Demonic Forger, who giggled and placed his palms on his waist, indicating he was consumed by the exhaustion from the intense training.

Daigrun VII bowed his neck, "Fair point."

"But remember, you only rest as an observer, not trying to quit the training," The Alien Leader mentioned rigidly.

Scrap Devil fluttered his hand and replied, "Sure, sure."

"I'm going to watch it from there," The Demonic Forger asserted, pointing his fingers toward the spot near the statue with the armored figure with the horned helmet.

Scrap Devil swiftly headed to his chosen resting spot, initiating his brief rest and snatching his role as the observer. The Alien Leader sharpened his focus toward Mina Rodax, tilting his sight to the left to scan at the radiating amber spark that reflected within The Telephatic Hero's suit.

"Also, Mina Rodax, are you ready to demonstrate your infectious power to me?" The Alien Leader asked, raising his hand and locking his cautious stare toward his teammate.

Mina Rodax tapped her chest and answered, "I'm more than ready to show it to you, Mr.Daigrun."

"However, may I ask a question before the demonstration?' The Telephatic Hero requested politely.

Daigrun VII nodded, "Sure, go ahead."

"Is Layfree going to join this training?" The Telephatic Hero asked concernedly. "I heard he received a near death curse and still taking a rest until now."

"Of course, he will," The Alien Leader replied boldly. "He is not type of guy who would miss this important thing."

"Even though he was recently recovered from the curse, Layfree is persistent in improving his power," Daigrun VII stated.

Scrap Devil giggled, "Oh, come on, Rodax."

"You forget your boyfriend is the same guy who willingly faces any kind of threat, despite he was weaker than them," The Demonic Forger remarked, resting his feet in a crossed-seat position when he stood in front of the statue.

"Compared to me, tragic and traumatic things couldn't influence him a lot," Scrap Devil admitted.

The Telephatic Hero panted, "Fair point, Caldister."

"I'm just worried he hasn't shown up until now," Mina Rodax professed, stroking her left arm. 

"It's alright since you are his lover," Daigrun VII asserted, raising his bronze gauntlet. 

"Also, shall we start your demonstration again, Mina Rodax?" The Alien Leader let out another question, shielding his face with his bronze knuckle and locking his watchful stare toward Mina Rodax.

Mina Rodax drew her hand that gathered the amber particles and nodded, "Indeed, Mr.Daigrun."

"Also will you display your gauntlet's true power too?' The Telephatic Hero requested.

Daigrun VII bowed his neck, "Absolutely."

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A humongous chonky golem with striking jade lines and drill-shaped head tumbled to the ground after receiving a piercing blow from a yellowish volley on its forehead. As the golem lay dead on the rocky-surface ground, Viscable in his Blaster Jabber form withdrew his electrifying knuckles.

He observed the beaten golem and grunted in dissatisfaction, even though his foe was defeated. Viscable darted his sight at the black watch on his wrist and tapped the magenta-triangular icon. The Blaster Jabber's backpack was dispatched from his back when a magenta portal spawned below it.

The square backpack headed into the instant yellowish portal, giving an opportunity for the triangular backpack to fly out and latch onto Viscable's back. Thus, Viscable transformed into his Ace Duelist form, as all traces of the yellowish color and square icon were eradicated, replacing it with a magenta color and triangular one.

"The Blaster Jabber still needs some adjustment with its projectile," The Ace Duelist muttered, glancing at the floating screen displaying a picture of a dragon's silhouette liberating a javelin-shaped blast from its mouth.

 "I wish this current preparation is enough to slay the notorious dragon of Langorold," Viscable mumbled.

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