Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1202: Training while you Travel
Meanwhile, several miles away from Amber Shore, in the direction of untamed jungles...
After the crap they went through when dealing with the Forged Feather Dragon Vulture and the Buddhist elder Phanra, Lythero and Zhen Liu figured that their best course of action was to take a couple of detours before heading to Amber Shore or the wandering ruins that had manifested near by it.
They figured that going directly to the port town would be a bad idea, since it meant that it was highly likely for the hunting camp that they had technically pissed off to head in the same direction as them.
However, since they were going on such a round about route, this gave them a chance to do some good old fashioned training and resource gathering.
Normally, such a task would be a pain in the ass. However, the kaijin and the zakos were around to help make it less of an issue.
Mostly.
...
In the middle of a jungle clearing, a sight straight out of a horror movie was taking place.
On the edges of a fairly normal camp, a being made of flames and wrapped in a judge’s robes was directing an army of monstrous humanoid warriors that appeared to be made of dirt, plant matter and animals remains. However, if one were to actually listen to what the burning judge was saying...they would realize how mundane this entire situation was.
[Okay, zakos. I need you guys to go and acquire materials for the shelter for tonight, you guys to refill the water skins and you guys to dismantle and remove the poison from this giant dodo bird that thought eating a zako made from poisonous fungi was a good idea,] Blazejudicator commanded the gathered group of zakos while gesturing to specific groups of them. [Any questions?]
[Ggrrrr?]
[Yes, we can hold a memorial for Mushroom Zako#5, but only after we finish our tasks and see if they’re actually dead. I think I can still feel his essence...anyways, anything else?]
[Grrr!]
[Alright, break.]
With their orders given, the zakos disbanded and went off in various directions to fulfill their tasks.
[Okay, now to...wait, what?]
Blazejudicator was all set to return to their Executor’s side, and oversee whatever he had planned for today’s training session, but stopped when he saw that the [Cursed Corpse Blood Puppet] protokaijin was eating...something, while sitting on a large tree stump that looked pass the nearby jungle treeline.
They didn’t know what it was, but they could smell the rotten stench from three steps away.
[Corpse Doll...what are you doing?,] Blazejudicator asked after they made their way over to her position.
[I’m keeping watch of the premises,] the proto-kaijin answered in-between bites. [Just like the caretaker ordered.]
[Okay...rephrasing, what are you eating?]
[Oh. Uh...I think it’s rotten tapir corpse with maggots? I don’t know, most of the features are gone, I just find it tasty.]
[...]
*Sounds of an undead woman devouring a corpse like it was a candy bar.*
[Corpse doll.]
[Yes?]
[We’re going to have to change your eating habits at some point. Eating all of these dead things cannot be healthy for you in the slightest.]
[But like why? We’re immune to most diseases, poisons and things anyways. Hell, rusty nails are arguably one of my favorites...right now.]
[Why are you- when did you find rusty nails?!]
...
"What are your Kaijin doing?," Lythero asked while watching Blazejudicator reprimand Corpse Doll like a parent does a child.
"Don’t worry about it too much," Zhen Liu answered before pivoting the conversation entirely. "Just focus on the now, and the fact that you have seven Gold tiered swords to master."
"Right, right."
Evidently, it was a good call on Zhen Liu’s end to direct Lythero’s attention away from Doradocheeda when the opportunity presented himself.
Because it turned out that each of the seven Gold tiered swords required seven completely different move sets that Lythero used to know, but had become incredibly rusty over time.
As such, Zhen Liu took it upon himself to help train this former sword disciple back into swordmaster status. Granted, he didn’t have the library backing him up like usual, so he couldn’t help to refine the man’s move like normal or provide more appropriate aether arts. Instead, he had to do things the "old fashioned way".
Namely, summoning a whole fuckton of zakos while Lythero used every sword one at a time to determine how each one was supposed to be used.
The results of this particular training methods was...mixed.
Then again, that could’ve been due to the fact that Lythero had yet to fully master his inherited blades.
"Alright, your opponents today are several leaf type zakos, armed with spears, that are flighty bastards that can’t take a hit but are evasive as motherfuckers, several rock type zakos that are the polar opposite, and are armed with heavy rock clubs, and for some zest and fuckery, we got zakos made from mushrooms I found growing out of a corpse. I’m not entirely sure whether those are giant hands or giant fungi, either way, they’re gonna punch ya."
"What...what do these one do?," Lythero asked while eyeballong the freaky ass zako that had uncanny human faces made of mushroom caps.
"Not entirely sure, but I think it had to do with causing mushrooms to grow out of open wounds," Zhen Liu cheerily answered. "So have fun with that."
"Great...," Lythero sighed while wielding the [Black Iron Slab] with one hand.
It looked incredibly off to hold a piece of metal this large on a hilt that short, but it was the way Master Tortoise fought, so Lythero had to roll with it.
"Now then...zakos, attack!"
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[GRRRR!]
Heeding the call of their creator, the zakos proceeded to bumrush Lythero like a mob about to pull someone to death.
Unfortunately for them, Lythero knew how to fight.
[Seismic Shell Smash!]
DONG!
Before the zakos got close enough, Lythero infused his aether into the blade and slammed it downwards, creating a shell-like pattern on the ground and a causing a shockwave that caused most of the zakos to trip over themselves.
The only ones that weren’t affected were the leaf zakos, who were light enough to float into the air for a bit before gravity brought them back down.
Using this downward momentum, the leaf zakos lashed out by thrusting their spears towards Lythero’s direction.
Most people would attempt to roll out of the way if they had a half dozen spears about to pincushion them from above, but Lythero didn’t have that option due to the sheer weight of the [Black Iron Slab].
He did have a solid option two though.
"Block it!"
"I know!"
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!
Using the sword as a center point, Lythero spun himself around it until he was directly on the flat side away from the descending spears. Once he was under, he used the [Black Iron Slab] to block the incoming attacks and, quite literally, shatter those spears.
"Ha!"
[Grrr?!]
Once the spears had broken, Lythero proceeded to us his body as a lever to swing the [Black Iron Slab] and launch the leaf zakos into the air like they had landed on the business end of a catapult.
"Nice move!"
"Thanks!"
"Watch out for the next batch though!"
[GRRR!]
"Shit!"
Before Lythero could have an opportunity to rest on his laurels though the rock type zakos had managed to recover their stance on time and began to charge towards Lythero once more, their clubs ready to swing outwards and slam into him like he was a pinata.
In response to this charge, Lythero used the momentum of his previous lever action and his body as the fulcrum again to swing the [Black Iron Slab] in a large, sweeping arc.
POW!
"Grrr!"
The blow was meant to smash into all of the rock zakos at once, but the zakos had staggered their charge so only the first few that got too close got hit and sent flying into the ones directly behind them. This still left a good chunk of the rock zakos standing long enough to get closer.
"Incoming!"
"Not yet! [Valley Divider!]"
Using a bit of aether and the fact that he was still mid-swing, Lythero swung the [Black Iron Slab] into a overhead chop.
If he was wielding a normal sword, he would’ve sliced the charging zako into two. But since he was using the [Black Iron Slab], it simply smashed the charging zakos into the ground.
"Is that all you got?!"
"Nope!"
[Puff!]
"Fuck!"
At the exact moment Lythero finished his downward chop, a pair of corpse mushroom zakos popped out of the ground directly behind him and swung their fists at the blind spots on his back.
If Lythero did nothing, he would soon be nursing a fairly bad headache and a fairly sore back in the next few seconds.
Thankfully, he knew what to do in a situation like this.
