"Can't you see it?" Asai would rotate his fist in the open, closing and opening it. "You can't see it?" In Asai's eyes, his fists were blazing with golden mana. Whilst in the others' point of view. He simply looked like mad-man.
"Clam, boss is doing that weird thing again..."
"Sssh. Say nothing Gary, say nothing."
"Count Asai Trichia, I see nothing. Is this some sort of joke I'm too noble to understand?" Confusion evident across Rosemi's face.
"No. There's something there, but I don't know what. I don't see anything but my intuition is telling me something is definitely there." Confusion also evident across Arthur's face.
This was one of those rare moments the man would take his helmet off to eat. Albeit they now had to consume their supper indoors, inside the tent.
Rosemi started staring intently, trying to gaze a hole through his hand. After a few quiet moments of seeing nothing she reached out with both hands and started examining it. Stroking, poking, tickling and pulling at his hands and fingers. It was only when her cheeks began to flush that Asai realised she had changed her goals already.
"Asai has now been officially recognised as a count! A little more and he'll be a duke. A man worthy of me. I should take this chance to foster good relations with him. Surely he enjoys my aesthetics." She glanced towards Arthur who was busy consuming supper. "He's handsome and strong, but he's not really my type? Also, it's still safer to bet on Asai becoming Duke more so than the second prince beating the already crowned prince to the thrown. Even if I belong in his faction..."
"Count Asai Trichia, how about a little wine? I just happen to have bought some with me. I'm sure you'll find the sweet taste to your liking!" "Time to see if Asai can handle his alcohol or not! HEHEHE"
Arthur's intuition started ringing warning bells within his mind. He began to stare at the wine bottle, wondering if there was poison within it.
Whilst Asai remained behind to foster better friendship with Rosemi and Arthur, the lads knew their place and remained outside.
...
Outside the tent. Christine was heartfully sweating with the lads. As she had attended the royal academy during her youth, and learning swordsmanship of the highest quality, she now took it upon herself to give hints and tips to the RFC. She was aware of what her mistress was trying to accomplish and she deigned to do her part.
However, she didn't teach them for free. She would deliberately smack her wooden sword into their glutes, abs, and chests. Sexually harassing them without them knowing. The lads who considered themselves to be very masculine would never even have the thought that it was possible for a woman to rape a man. Thus, they took the beatings with joy.
Making mistakes and getting hit by a wooden sword to remember it by was much more preferable than the strike of cold steel. "The burnt hand learns best" The orphanage sisters used to tell them.
"Shit, I'm wet. I had no idea I was a sadist... But those sweaty shiny abs.. AAAAAAAAAaaaaaa!" Christine continued to mentor them with great effort.
...
Off in the distance, Robin took this chance to practice her new skills. She was unable to see the system or any of the information, but Asai had taken the time to explain to her the name of her skills and the functions. Having this information registered within her brain, and her natural affinity to mana allowed her to will the skills to activate whenever she desired.
Currently, she was still struggling with aiming her [All in One] the 10 astral projectiles fired in the general direction she desired, but when she tried to target a tree the size of a human, only 1-2 of the projectiles would hit. It seemed this skill was only built for landing AOE damage to groups. In a one versus one situation, it didn't feel that useful. Robin was correct in thinking this, it was akin to firing a bazooka. Firing the gun point blank range would definitely be stupid.
From all the athletics and acrobats she had to push her body through. Robin's body has come a long way. Now no longer skin and bone, but filled to the brim with toned and slim muscles. However, as she was still eating as much as she could stuff in, hoping to grow bigger breasts to appeal to Asai more, she had fat that made her look soft rather than extremely shredded and vascular.
After she gave up on fine-tuning [All in One] she turned her attention to [Winged Foot] At the moment, the skill propelled her at great speed, however, it also made her lose the ability to make sharp turns. No longer able to perform weaving tactics, or zigzag manoeuvres. She now had to practice either turning the skill on and off as desired, or becoming proficient enough that she can control the momentum of it.
"Can't you see it?" Asai would rotate his fist in the open, closing and opening it. "You can't see it?" In Asai's eyes, his fists were blazing with golden mana. Whilst in the others' point of view. He simply looked like mad-man.
"Clam, boss is doing that weird thing again..."
"Sssh. Say nothing Gary, say nothing."
"Count Asai Trichia, I see nothing. Is this some sort of joke I'm too noble to understand?" Confusion evident across Rosemi's face.
"No. There's something there, but I don't know what. I don't see anything but my intuition is telling me something is definitely there." Confusion also evident across Arthur's face.
This was one of those rare moments the man would take his helmet off to eat. Albeit they now had to consume their supper indoors, inside the tent.
Rosemi started staring intently, trying to gaze a hole through his hand. After a few quiet moments of seeing nothing she reached out with both hands and started examining it. Stroking, poking, tickling and pulling at his hands and fingers. It was only when her cheeks began to flush that Asai realised she had changed her goals already.
"Asai has now been officially recognised as a count! A little more and he'll be a duke. A man worthy of me. I should take this chance to foster good relations with him. Surely he enjoys my aesthetics." She glanced towards Arthur who was busy consuming supper. "He's handsome and strong, but he's not really my type? Also, it's still safer to bet on Asai becoming Duke more so than the second prince beating the already crowned prince to the thrown. Even if I belong in his faction..."
"Count Asai Trichia, how about a little wine? I just happen to have bought some with me. I'm sure you'll find the sweet taste to your liking!" "Time to see if Asai can handle his alcohol or not! HEHEHE"
Arthur's intuition started ringing warning bells within his mind. He began to stare at the wine bottle, wondering if there was poison within it.
Whilst Asai remained behind to foster better friendship with Rosemi and Arthur, the lads knew their place and remained outside.
...
Outside the tent. Christine was heartfully sweating with the lads. As she had attended the royal academy during her youth, and learning swordsmanship of the highest quality, she now took it upon herself to give hints and tips to the RFC. She was aware of what her mistress was trying to accomplish and she deigned to do her part.
However, she didn't teach them for free. She would deliberately smack her wooden sword into their glutes, abs, and chests. Sexually harassing them without them knowing. The lads who considered themselves to be very masculine would never even have the thought that it was possible for a woman to rape a man. Thus, they took the beatings with joy.
Making mistakes and getting hit by a wooden sword to remember it by was much more preferable than the strike of cold steel. "The burnt hand learns best" The orphanage sisters used to tell them.
"Shit, I'm wet. I had no idea I was a sadist... But those sweaty shiny abs.. AAAAAAAAAaaaaaa!" Christine continued to mentor them with great effort.
...
Off in the distance, Robin took this chance to practice her new skills. She was unable to see the system or any of the information, but Asai had taken the time to explain to her the name of her skills and the functions. Having this information registered within her brain, and her natural affinity to mana allowed her to will the skills to activate whenever she desired.
Currently, she was still struggling with aiming her [All in One] the 10 astral projectiles fired in the general direction she desired, but when she tried to target a tree the size of a human, only 1-2 of the projectiles would hit. It seemed this skill was only built for landing AOE damage to groups. In a one versus one situation, it didn't feel that useful. Robin was correct in thinking this, it was akin to firing a bazooka. Firing the gun point blank range would definitely be stupid.
From all the athletics and acrobats she had to push her body through. Robin's body has come a long way. Now no longer skin and bone, but filled to the brim with toned and slim muscles. However, as she was still eating as much as she could stuff in, hoping to grow bigger breasts to appeal to Asai more, she had fat that made her look soft rather than extremely shredded and vascular.
After she gave up on fine-tuning [All in One] she turned her attention to [Winged Foot] At the moment, the skill propelled her at great speed, however, it also made her lose the ability to make sharp turns. No longer able to perform weaving tactics, or zigzag manoeuvres. She now had to practice either turning the skill on and off as desired, or becoming proficient enough that she can control the momentum of it.
