《Martial Morpher》Chapter 9: Training and Contemplation
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Okay I got a new chapter for you all.
By the way, the story is going to get a bit darker as far as the MC's emotions go. I mean he is not going to turn into someone who doesn't have feelings and no morals, he's just gonna embrace the evil.
So if you don't like gore and dark themes, you should probably stop before you read.
Anways, hope you enjoy :D
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------7th day of trip------
After thinking about whether I should just find Talonbane’s daughter first or not, I think it would be better to grab her first.
There’s a few reasons for this.
1.) She will be a great help in later battles. Just think about a black bird descending from the sky and slicing people to ribbons.
2.) I need to stay on Talonbanes good side. Maybe he can give me some powers or something so I can get stronger personally. Since I am about to get stronger as a group with his daughter.
3.) I have always wanted a pet bird.
There is one thing that has been bothering me for the past few days though…what do I name her? It’s going to be hard to name her something serious. All of my past ones have been evidence that I can’t come up with a serious name
For example, Porky, Stumpy? What’s next? Birdy? Not if I don’t want to incur the wrath of her homicidal father who is on a god’s level. Most likely he will give me god-realm nightmares for the rest of my life. I just hope she isn’t bird-brained.
Who knows, maybe he screwed a parrot and I’m going to have a chorus every time I go into battle. ‘Prepare to die asshole!’…’*Chirp* Prepare to die asshole *Chirp*’. If that happened I wouldn’t mind calling her Polly and receiving nightmares till death.
Anyways, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. Using the technique Talonbane told me about, the mental ‘GPS’ tells me it is in the direction of the village we are originally heading to.
These past few days Drake has starting teaching me swordsmanship with both my morphing and an actual sword. The sword he is teaching me to use is very similar to the Japanese wakizashi. The reason for this is because not all the time will I be able to use morphing. Furthermore, if I am facing more than one or two opponents, the sword can be faster than fists. Also when I morph my arms into swords its about the same length as the wakizashi.
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And if I thought Vandel was a sadist, then I was ‘sorely’ mistaken. Drake is a good teacher but he goes into drill-sergeant-mode, never even complimenting when I do something good. I can see the look in Tara’s eyes, it’s like ‘Don’t worry Clan
Head, I’ve been there, just endure.’ Ugh, Tara’s such a saint. Unfortunately this training impedes on my nightly sessions with Melody. Massages from her is about all I get. Eh, take what you can get. Drake’s drill sergeant voice breaks me out of my late night fiasco flashback.
“ATTACK ME YOU MORON-MORPHING-MAGGOT! REMEMBER NO FLASHY MOVEMENTS!! THIS ISN’T SINGLES NIGHT AT A WHORE HOUSE YOU GODDAMN MOUNTAIN MONKEY!!! YOU GOTTA MAKE SURE YOU EVADE FAST ENOUGH TOO!! UNLESS YOU CAN EVADE AS FAST AS MY EX-WIFE WHEN I KNOCKED HER UP THEN WE WILL BE HERE ALL DAY, UNDERSTAND DIPSHIT?!”
Well most of the time it is like this but he does also give good advice every once in a while. Except the trade-off is listening to his life story that could probably be made as a series of books if written down. However the book would definitely need to be in the +18 age section.
Back to the story though, after 3 days of torturous sword training, added with my perfect memory along with my inherent reflexes, I got fairly good. Still, I would rather just gather ki, convert it to flame on my morphed hybrid hands and go postal just forgetting about swords. Alas, I cannot do so because of the consequences that follow.
Since coming here, every time I kill something/someone I get less and less emotionally perturbed. It’s like my feelings are swaying towards more callous and even to the point of enjoying the bloodbath during battles.
Does that make me crazy? Maybe it’s the part of me that wants control. My whole life was under the strict supervision of Gramps, and not allowed to step foot near towns. I had no say in it, and I had no say in his death. I was confined my whole life and didn’t have a choice.
Now I can punch through someone’s ribcage, and crush their heart with my right hand, while morphing my left hand into clamps to grab his intestines. Then pull the intestines out along with the rest of his bowels, take the small intestines and play jump-rope while his buddies are gazing in horror.
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After that grab his friend by the head an lift him up, then hold him there and twist his body to see how many rotations it takes for neck to break apart, dropping the body to the floor. Or I could use my sword and aim for all of one of the guy’s tendons so he can’t stand or even move his arms. Hehehe
Shit there I go again, delving into my own gore-galaxy.
Finally we ride up to the village on the 10th day just like we expected. It’s larger than I expected with stone walls. Stone walls are usually only in cities, but I guess there are earth mages that can whip up an anti-monster wall in quick time.
There are two guards at the gate that look like they would have better chance of discerning moles from freckles rather than thieves from common citizens. Not to mention the amount of fat they have is enough for two winters. I think I’m going to have to name them Porky Version II.
The Porky v2’s finally see us after their nose gold mine excavation. Judging by their reaction, they weren’t successful.
Great, now I have to talk to an angry Porky v2 and try not to morph my hand into a knife and slice his nose off thereby cut off his gold supply forever.
“Eh? Who the hell are you and what are you coming here for?” [first Porky v2]
He glances at me for maybe a millisecond before snapping his eyes to the other three women’s mountain ranges. Why can’t I find someone that thinks with the head on top of their shoulders and not the one between the legs! Actually that sounds somewhat impossible unless they are gay.
Also for the record Drake doesn’t stare at any breasts in our group. There’s a damn good reason for that. But that’s a wife torture story for another time. I digress.
Trying to hold my temper in I respo-
“Fucking human who do you think you’re talking to? I’ll give you three new assholes so more men can gangbang you when I throw you in a dungeon!” [Drake]
Ugh, Drake and his filthy mouth I swear, it’s going to get us arrested someday, if not today, that is. And we have a dungeon? Makes sense. Well, I decide to try and salvage the conversation as best I can so I can go and rest in an inn and take a hot bath.
Releasing my pressure and bloodlust to a height just enough to keep them awake and frozen--but unfortunately their bowels decide to run away without their vessel—I kindly ask, with underlying tone of venom:
“Kind sirs, we need to enter this village for rest, so if you would kindly let us in, then we will kindly take our leave before you find yourself in a ‘sticky’ situation in the bottom of a dungeon.”
I had to emphasize the ‘kind’ part to make it sound like I wasn’t two seconds away from chopping their limbs off and making a new doormat from the poor Porky v2’s.
Yep I’m definitely going off the deep end. It’s just those type of people that piss me off. Turning back my attention to the matter at hand, I notice the matter that left them since I put too much ki pressure on the horndogs. Ew, I just need to get this over with and find an inn.
“A-ah of c-c-course, milords, please e-enter!” [second Porky v2] He opens the gate then bows. First Porky v2 is still frozen in fright like a sculpture.
Kakakaka, with a grin on my face we enter the village after our 10 day journey. Tomorrow we will go find the egg to hatch.
Huhuhuhu I almost wish it was Easter.
I look behind me and Ally is giving me that stare that says ‘Did you really have to make them piss?’
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