Romantic Fantasy
Sheet 20: Training Children Pt. III

Actually, Frost had already injured the blue scorpion in one place. It's just that the creature's recovery is indeed very fast. But still, if the three Raven managed to find the part, in one attack only the blue scorpion will die.

'If they do not find the part I have liked, it would be nice for them to find the weakness. Otherwise, they'd be the perfect dinner, ' Frost thought.

All Frost thought about was food, or dinner, or anything to do with food. Looks like he's very hungry—when Frost was the one who ate the most during dinner last night.

"Ash, careful!" shout Fable.

The blue scorpion's sharp tail swoops towards Ash's head. Fable quickly realizes the situation and saves his brother's life.

Ash floated in the air, throwing steel needles. The needles bounce when they hit the hard shell of the blue scorpion. He's clucking pissed.

'First of all, why didn't Madam just train us?' ask Ash.

"If Ganache trains you, you won't last until tomorrow morning" Frost said, as if knowing Ash's thoughts.

"Bottom..," said Fable. "Really, down! The weakness is below!"

"Smart kid," murmured Frost.

Fable held back the movement of the blue scorpion with his sword chain, but due to the difference in strength, he was unable to hold back for too long.

'Shit! This animal is heavy!' exciting Fable.

Ash's eyes are getting darker. He distracts the blue scorpion with a needle in order for Fable and Slate to get a chance to kill him.

'If I can't reverse it, there must be one other point of weakness that can make him die in one strike, ' Fable's inner self. 'If it's Fab, why can't you think?'

Frost realizes that Ash has not been able to control his powers, unlike Qerza who did well. If Ash could not resist the power of the League's rise, he might as well regard his two brothers as enemies.

Fable spun, using the chain sword creating a hurricane.

Slate instantly jumped up and floated in the air. He certainly did not want to die at the hands of his own brother.

Several times Fable attacked the hard shell of the blue scorpion and his blade was thrown, there was one time almost hit the Slate.

"Can you be more careful, Marjoram?!" slate shouted annoyed.

Fable didn't heed it. He focused on his job in finding information.

When it hit the body part near the giant claw to the right of the blue scorpion, the creature roared furiously. Fable finally knew his weakness.

'Oh? Clever!' thought Frost.

Ash tried to maintain his own consciousness. He felt that something was possessing him and slowly took his consciousness.

The blue scorpion began to be confused. I don't know who he should attack first, Ash or Fable.

Fable transmits information through sign language.

Ash remains distracted by the blue scorpion, and Fable intends to bind the creature's tail and claw, the rest of Slate alone.

Slate closed her eyes as she received the signal from Fable. 'Can I really? But, my throw was so messed up, ' her inner self.

Slate shook her head. 'Stupid time! The most important thing is to help them.'

Slate formed a throwing knife from his inner energy. His eye beads turned dark, all movement became so slow in his sight.

Slate turned the throwing knife and estimated the success of his throw in regarding the weak point mentioned by Fable.

Frost watched the three Ravens in turn. Fable and Slate, though unaware of their improvement, are in control of themselves.

Ash himself shook his head, trying to maintain his consciousness. He gritted his teeth as his gaze began to darken.

Frost knew something was wrong with Ash. He planned to resuscitate the boy after they had successfully defeated the blue scorpion.

Fable can't hold the blue scorpion for much longer. He untied and dodged the tail attack. If he was a second late, he would have been stabbed into satay.

Slate clucked in annoyance because his throw was not as good as Ash or Fable. He had no talent for long-distance combat.

“Don't think about whether you can or not,” Frost said. “Trust me if you are capable and want.”

Slate looked towards Frost. Just this time someone said such a good thing to him. He had never even heard words of encouragement from his own two brothers.

Slate created the throwing knife again. He closed his eyes and turned the knife.

“Don't be too fast. Don't nervous. Throwing technique based on energy stability and rotation.” Frost directed. “If it's too fast, it will bounce. If it is too slow, it will miss.”

Slate opened her eyes slowly, her bead changing color from dark gray to light gray. He removed the throwing knife and precisely hit the vital point of the blue scorpion.

The blue scorpion roared loudly, before finally collapsing onto the ground.

Fable looked towards Slate. 'That idiot finally succeeded. It's good that he can take care of himself, ' he thought.

Slate exhaled a sigh of relief. At least this time he succeeded.

Ash gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. Cold sweat began to pour down his neck. His head feels heavy.

Frost immediately approached Ash, pressed his acupoints and rendered the boy unconscious.

"God!" shout Fable and Slate at the same time.

"Not to worry" said Frost. "If I don't do this, you will fight with your own brothers."

Fable and Slate exhaled, relieved that Ash was fine.

"Congratulations for reaching the Amethyst League."

"That fast, Your Majesty?" ask Slate.

"If you are trained in the right way, it will also be quick in the improvement of the League" Frost replied. "Right, it seems like someone said that it is better for Ganache to train you. Now, I'll show you the training from Ganache if he trains you."

Frost grinned coldly, making Fable and Slate goosebumps.

'Why do I feel such a terrible feeling?' think the two brothers.

Frost pulled Ash out of the training ground and leaned the boy on the boulder he was sitting on.

"Now!" exclaim Frost. "You'll feel Hell."

Fable and Slate gulped and stared at each other. They use sign language to talk.

'What does His Majesty want to do?' ask Slate.

'I don't know. But, for sure, it's not a good thing, ' replied Fable.

Suddenly, rain falls on Fable and Slate. They looked towards Frost, not wet at all. The rain only happened in their arena.

'Wawat! It is not ordinary rain!' fable in the Heart.

Fable took off his vest and made him a headguard.

"Slate, don't hit the hu-"

Suddenly Slate attacked Fable. The bead color of his eyes turned back to dark gray, but it had no eye light at all.

'What is really going on?' ask Fable in the heart.