"If you are to be under my command, you will never repeat the same stunt you just pulled! I really do not do well with threats to my life!" Chiron advised with seriousness.
The captain immediately entered a military salute. "yes sir!"
Chiron nodded, "Captain Timi! prepare your men, we will be leaving for the Border with the Chanland Kingdom effective tomorrow. You may leave."
The Captain turned, however, just when he had exited the tent, he paused. He turned back once more to take a look at the tent and thought about everything that had just happened.
He could not help but swallow hard and a chill ran down his spine.
After all, Chiron had killed a person for just spitting at him, and then also killed his commander. In truth, he did not want to perform the test he conducted, but then again, his ever-impulsive nature prompted him to want to see for himself this new prince he had chosen in action.
He remembered that his own father had laughed heartily when speaking about Chiron. While his elder brother had told him of how he watched as Chiron was willing to Massacre his own clan just for his survival.
This Kingdom was well advanced as compared to the Chikitsa clan. They had ways of communication that involved the use of Totems, covering far distances.
Captain Timi was well willing to risk his life to know if Chiron was a good fit for leading him and his troops. The answer he had just gotten was a chilling one.
He had just discovered that regardless of not having arms, Chiron was not an opponent to mess with. And this was saying so about him and not his servants. After all, even though a number of blades had been pointing to his vitals, nothing was as Chilling as the smile chiron had on his face while it happened.
It was like he was an opened book before Chiron's eyes.
There was also the fact that he could not feel Chiron's cultivation Level. This meant one of two things.
It was either Chiron had a method of hiding his cultivation or he was ahead of him in cultivation level.
Captain Timi sighed at this. The encounter that had just happened within Chiron's tent was not one that happened with Spiritual energy, and therefore, there was no way he could know. But that confident smile on Chiron's face kept on appearing in his head.
Without a doubt, he could tell that it was the latter.
Once more, he swallowed hard, "and he is just around eleven years of age. What the fuck? is he a god child or something?"
He went back to his camp site just at the edge of the barracks.
Meanwhile, Chiron stayed frowning within the tent.
If he was not mistaken and he knew he was not, Captain Timi had the weakest set of troops in the entire country.
He also had the fewest.
In fact, he was probably allowed to sit as a commander in that meeting because of his identity as the son of Chief Ban of the Giant Gorilla Tribe.
In other words, he was only allowed to seat at the table because of his influence.
Chiron waved a hand and a map of the Border appeared. He suddenly entered deep thought as he planned for a method he could use against the chanland kingdom.
Firstly, his troops were only a little over a thousand. The army in the Vandora Kingdom with closest number of troops to his own had about ten thousand troops.
In other words, his own troops were not even enough to go against the second smallest army in the kingdom.
However, this was a cultivation world. Quantity was not always the determining factor when it came to battles. It was at the end quality.
Ten men at the peak of the copper rank could face off against five to ten thousand cultivators in the wood rank without breaking a sweat.
And even go against a troop of hundreds of stone rank cultivators with no problem at all.
However, his troops were also not strong. They were basically at the bottom of the barrel, consisting of mostly recruits for the army and their trainers before they are moved to other sectors.
In other words, for this war, he had been dealt the worse set of cards, and his opponent was an entire kingdom that now had the backing of the holy church and could Challenge the Vandora Kingdom.
Without a doubt, even if Chiron lost, no one would actually blame him.
The factors excusing for a loss were just too much. There were stacked against him like stones to a wall.
Even Chiron could tell deep down that things were not going as well as he thought it would.
If this was the case, then he needed to increase the strengths of those around him that he could manipulate for his own benefits. Also, he needed to rush for the peak state of the Copper rank.
At the moment, both his Aura and Sprit energy cultivation were at the Middle stage of the copper rank.
Also, there was still that stuff. Chiron looked into the storage unit of his system.
There, the red core remained floating in the empty space.
He had bright ideas in his head as he rose to his feet and headed out.
.....
It was already nighttime.
At around the same time, somewhere within the camp, someone was sleepless on his bed.
Dylan rolled from side to side, but he just couldn't get his thoughts and curiosity in other.
Only a few moments ago, Captain Timi had suddenly come into the camp and declared that the 'Armless Prince', as Chiron was popularly called was going to be their commander for the war against the Chanland Kingdom.
He also stated that they were going to be moving out the very next morning for the border.
To Dylan and the other fresh recruits, it was like a dream they knew would eventually reach them.
However, now that it did, the feeling of it was overwhelming. After all, most of this children had never even seen local fights.
An entire war was far beyond their imaginations.
Of course they were those of them that boasted proudly of how they were going to butcher the enemy state and have war medals attached to their names.
Some of them already behaved as if they had already made such accomplishments. Claiming that their fellow comrades could rely on them when the battle started.
However, for the most of them, it was a night of sleeplessness. Unsurprising, this included Dylan. However, Deamon on the other hand had been too tired from the rigorous activities of the day.
There was nothing he cherished right now like the opportunity to get a well night's rest.
Dylan turned to Deamon, patting him on the shoulder, "hey, Deamon! Deamon!! DEAMON!!!"
"huh!? Huh!? Is is morning already!?" Deamon nearly jumped to his feet, but Dylan pulled him down. "It's not morning!"
Deamon turned to him with his drowsy eyes, "then what the hell man!? I want to sleep!"
"But Deamon! I can't sleep. I'm too nervous."
Deamon sighed, "I don't know. Take a walk or something i was about to kiss a girl when you woke me up. I'm going back to her!" Deamon shut his eyes, and nearly immediately, he was gone once more.
"Deamon! Deamon!! why don't you come with me. Deamon!!!" he patted him again.
"Hey there! you making noise some of us want to sleep you know!" One of the children scolded him.
Dylan sighed. He stood to his feet and rolled his blanket to the side.
This was a campsite, and the recruits were made to all sleep under one big tent.
Sneakily, he opened the blinds to the tent. He looked left and right in case anyone was watching.
Military orders usually di not leave room for disobedience. The order had been to sleep, but he just couldn't.
It was freezing outside because of the snow, but the bunched up camps made it warmer.
A distance away, he could see captain Timi at a campfire keeping warm with some other officers. They seemed to be in a hearty conversation.
Sneakily, he tipped toes out the tent and behind it.
Because they were at the Central Barracks, they was no need for individual campsite sentries.
His plan was just to take a walk and be back to get some rest. But in walking out his camp and into the ocean of tents, he had suddenly gotten lost.
Dylan tried to find his way back, but it was night time, and only a few areas had campfires.
He thought of asking for directions, but then again, there was the probability that any of these soldiers were going to just hand him over to Captain Timi for Punishment.
It was at this moment that he saw the pen where all the cored beasts were kept.
Dylan was a country side boy. In his life, he had never seen so many Cored beasts. they were of different kinds, with armours that reflected even under the low lighting.
And then he saw it. The most magnificent beast that he had ever seen. The Red-Blood fire Dragon...
This attracted his eyes and he wanted to see more. He had even forgotten that he was supposed to go back to camp.
It was not hard for a child his age to get really excited.
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