chapter-3 Crazed
"What now?"
Looking to my left I was left stunned at the sight.
"Pl-please young masters I won't d-drop your equipment again please just spare me this one time"
"And why should we forgive scum like you for being incompetent!?"Cyan
"Brother, I think we should leave fast. Edward's here!" Ciel spoke frantically after she witnessed my silhouette
"E-E-Edward what are you doing here?" spoke Cyan while Ciel placed out
"why would I not be here Cyan?" I questioned tilting my head
"I mean are you not supposed to be talking to your mother?"
"Ahh yes … we spoke and we had a fine conversation, but you why are you harassing the maids again" Slowly as I spoke my voice got deeper and more demonic sounding.
"E-EedwARd!" Cyan
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!LOOK AT LOOKAT LOOKLOOKLOOKATYOUUU" Losing all reason I fell on my knees and placed my fingers in my mouth and vigorously started tearing the flesh off my hand as I saw the O so beautiful crimson gush out!! Witnessing the crimson, all reason seemed to fleet while controlling this wonderful euphoria.
"YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYEYESYESYESYESYAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH
"NOOnOOnOO NOT NOW GET OUTTA MY HEAD!"
Several seconds had passed.
Cyan started to cry profusely at the gory sight before him.
Ciel already long gone.
The maid fainted at the sight of blood.
Hic- hic sniff Cyan traumatized ran out of the gymnasium fearful of what might happen
"Is he gone" Stopping my act I stood up watching Cyan distancing silhouette.
"I think he's fine, ahh, Nina are you okay"
"..."
Receiving no response Edward just shrugged.
"Oh well, not my problem"
Walking into the warehouse I was beheld to the sight of hundreds of practice weapons, weights, and training gear laid out neatly.
Walking towards the sword division I grasped a large greatsword before requesting two things from the warehouse attendant " I would like access to weight-increasing magic artifacts & a healing potion"
"Right away young master"
Exiting the store room I made an indifferent expression as I saw one of the concubines attendant.
"Young master Edward the lady Ancilla Lionheart seeks your presence"
"No, sorry but I must train goodbye," I said with a wave.
Confused the attendant expressed a disdainful expression before receding toward the gymnasium exit
Walking toward the center of the training ground I activated the artifacts and increased my grip's intensity to the hilt.
Right after guiding mana into the artifacts my body's weight increased several fold, and I started my training with a quick twenty-mile run and basic stretching.
After 10 hours of this intense training, my mind started to madden as the pain increased.
Demented… that's all I could describe my body's current movement.
Every time I swung my sword, I could feel my deltoids, biceps, and triceps slowly tear as limbs forcibly jerked into the proper sword stance and performed the proper movements for the sword. The only reason why my sword was still within grasp was because of the blood-drenched cloth layering the hilt and my hand.
My legs after hours of non-stop training spasmed uncontrollably my hair stained crimson my upper body slowly gaining a collection of lacerations, but even though the pain was unbearable my face was plastered with a large skin-slitting smile, and my usual lifeless eyes displayed a hidden insanity and pleasure.
Whoosh!
Crack!
Rip!
From sound from a sword cutting air, the creaking of bones against bone, and the RIPPING sound of muscles tearing. Chronic chucking could be heard from A youth. These sounds were the chorus keeping him awake.
Fom!
Swoosh!
Fom!
Swoosh!
Fom!
swoosh" his mind slowly eroding into the depths of madness
The only thing keeping Edward from losing his sanity completely was well … nothing it was his fucking skill are you a goldfish 'cough cough' it was his uh ahh yes, his boredom.
"painpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpaPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINAPAIAN!!!!!mORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE"
Three days later he collapsed from exhaustion, and both arms stopped moving so I practiced footwork when my legs gave in I started to perform abdominal exercises finally enough was enough, and the attendants were forced to bring my tattered body to the infirmary.
one week passed
I did the same thing while simultaneously practicing my white flame formula which proved effective.
This type of hellish training of ripping limbs, destroyed bones, crazed eyes, day-long spars against dozens of people, poisoning myself, pushing my body to near crippling states, mana cultivation with the most dangerous methods, and the normal look of blood-soaked clothes went on for several years.
During this period of seven years I made up for past grievances, my siblings Ciel and Cyan who both would continuously avoid me due to my chilling appearance slowly got closer to me eventually we became extremely close like true siblings, without holding a sense of rivalry but
Ciel's cute attitude stayed the same as she continued her training, Cyan was basically the same annoying kid but a tad bit more mature with some continued "teachings" from yours truly.
In contemporary times I'm fifteen.
I currently possess three and a half stars in the white flame formula and have semi-mastered my past life's sword art.
I studied at Aroth for several months because of my curiosity but gave up because I'm a martial artist not a magician, but the insight was useful.
My formal title is the Crazed Lion which was a fitting name given by Carmen.
Carmen had asked if I would like to join the black lions, which I politely declined. even though I insisted on not enjoying it. She would continually pester me or just send some black lions to ask me.
During training the intensity I placed myself under had increased exponentially, blood, broken bones, laughter, and scars were the norm now. The only reason I haven't died is because of the recovery potions I would consume during training and the muscle-building supplement given to me by Gagrith three years prior, during Ciel & Cyan's birthday. Now I could go days without sleep, food, or using the facilities… don't ask how
When I was 10 I had taken the bloodline continuation ritual. The placements were as expected, I was first, but the collateral lines had some promising talents whose names I forgot. The Ceremony was basically us roaming in a forest for several days surviving, but I had just trained forgetting the Ceremony existed.
Several months ago I was finally able to draw out one of my mythical weapons, Durandal, a seemingly normal-looking sword that can respond to its wielder's will, the sword can change its ability to fit the wielder's persona or desires. AN aggressive personality would more or less give the sword A destructive ability. Mine is called absolute zero which revolves around my Ice attribute, and if trained enough could create glaciers with a thought. The sword desired intense emotions, but could never obtain sentience
At fourteen I had tried to increase my barbaric training, but was stopped immediately by the Patriarch–Gilead head and the twins. I still proceed with my training in secret.
During training, I evaluated my muscle development and body performance such as stamina flexibility, and strength.
The results were terrifyingly high, so high in fact that it made me question this body's constitution. I was genuinely baffled. I questioned if my bloodline had special properties? Do we have superior genes? Were we given a blessed bloodline? But all my research proved to be in vain, as I couldn't find any evidence to prove that.
"Th-this does not make any sense, how can these people have such a high growth rate?" I spoke bemused
Eventually, I gave up my research after several months of futile attempts.
"Ugh! PANT PANT FWOOF HUHU"
" Ju-st, one hundred more kilometers! " I increased my stamina training after my body evaluation, where I uncovered several areas where I was lacking with the help of my status window.
Now at age 15 I trained and trained until I realised the day of reckoning had finally come. The MC's arrival to the LionHearts estate. the Bloodline continuation ceremony ark and his adoption into the direct line.