The Author's POV

If there was anything that changed during the two years I devoted to training, it was my combat approach.

Even while I continued to use the Keiki style as I had in the past, I was able to modify it in my own unique way.

I didn't need to grip my sword and hang on to the sheath like I had in the past.

The only thing I needed to do now was to gently tap my finger in the air.

When I sheathed and unsheathed my sword, the speed at which I could do so increased to the point where those of a high level could no longer see it with their unaided eyes. To those on the outside, it appeared as though I was simply pointing at my enemies and killing them, but in reality, I was actually doing the same movement as in the past, but a lot faster.

But it wasn't just that.

I was also able to tap into a new power.

Mana agglomeration.

Typically, one would form an armor when reaching this level. Sort of like Monica with her shining orange armor.

...I knew this because she tended to show this off quite often. Liam could also somewhat do it, although his armor was a bit strange.

How could I describe it? ...Let's just say that it is severely lacking in the defensive department with gaping holes everywhere.

In any case, it was different for me.

Unlike them, I never created an armor for myself. Rather, I came up with something else.

Mana aggregation functioned by physically bending the mana in the air to your will and controlling it in such a way that you could make it into a tangible material that could be used to cover the human body as armor.

I could now summon actual sword energy out of thin air by bending the mana in the air to my desire.

Due to my two-year research of the psyon composition in the air and the pill I took after returning from the conference, I was able to regulate my psyons to an extreme degree, which was necessary for my new technique.

In a way, I was confident in facing any opponent of the rank range without feeling the littlest of intimidation from them.

"Hm?"

I was jolted out of my thoughts by the presence of several shadows in the air. Squinting my eyes, I casually tapped the air.

Thump! Thump!

The two shadows fell from the sky after I pointed in their direction, revealing the figures of a couple of demons.

They crashed against the hard ground, sending dirt flying in the air.

At the moment, over ten different birds, each with a different size and strength, were circling the skies above us. I glanced at Ava as we walked silently side by side in their direction.

"Quick question Ava, how many beasts can you control at the same time at the moment."

"About forty."

Ava replied, leaving me impressed.

beasts at the same time…that

has made a lot of

because she was out searching for monsters to tame, unlike the others

why I didn't know how many beasts she could summon at

is

"Right."

head, and I fell into deep

my eyes paused on the flute

see…so does that mean you're about to

"Mhm."

Ava confirmed.

the next seal

hints of visible excitement in her voice when she said the last words. Clearly, she loved the idea

group, I was

keep up

able to finish when I heard someone's voice

I can see the fortress and castle in the distance. What should we do

who seemed a lot more comfortable walking around. At least compared to when he first arrived

to a halt, I thought

"Call for him."

"Got it."

on her

***

same time, in

empty, yet grandiose halls within the castle

were the highest ranking members of

end of the room. The hall was completely or at least partially surrounded by his presence as another, slightly lesser presence also filled

than Omgolung,

the entire room was dead silent. The arrival of the former chief

as they all focused their attention back

"Khrrr…khrrr…"

labored breathing resonated across the space, shaking it

"Prepare yourselves."

allowing for his deep and coarse voice to echo throughout

his hands on the side arms of the throne, he slowly

deep green tint that

of the orcs present dared to move a muscle as they all focused their attention on Silug who was about to

words stirred the heart

It is time for us to

his attention toward Omgolung,

general. He'll be running the army, and his words will count just as

Omgulong, a figure whom they used

skinnier and weaker than back then, but the presence he gave out did not lose out

accepted Silug's

"Yes."

the representatives shouted

satisfied when he saw