Chapter 605: Do you want me to help?

Today, Amon decided to train together with his friends.

"Sera!! Spar with me!" Eliana called out, her cute, pointed elven ears twitching excitedly.

"Sure. Let's go." She couldn't say no to her friend so accepted.

The two girls immediately moved toward one of the sparring platforms.

"Marcus, come with me." Julia, who had been spending more time with her fiancé lately, grabbed Marcus and led him toward another side of the training hall.

That left Amon and Aisha behind.

Amon turned toward the tall young woman beside him. "My wolfy, what are you up to?"

"How many times have I told you not to call me 'my wolfy'?! Can't you understand?!"

Aisha shouted at him, her black wolf ears with red streaks standing straight up. Her thick, fluffy tail was also wagging rapidly behind her.

"Why should I?" Amon asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

He glanced around the training hall. Being left alone with another girl.

'That's a dangerous thing Seraphina had done.'

"Because I have a name! Aisha! Not 'wolfy'! And what do you mean by 'my'?! I am not yours!"

"Hey! I call you wolfy out of my adoration for you, my dear~"

Aisha's cheeks immediately flushed, though her expression remained angry. "Y-You!"

"Haha! Okay, okay. Calm down." Amon chuckled. "Let me help you with something."

Aisha frowned. "Help me with something?"

"Yeah. Let's train together. I'll help you improve."

Her eyes widened slightly. After a moment, she nodded. "Okay. Let's do it."

Aisha reached behind her and pulled out her enormous greatsword from storage ring before resting its tip against the ground.

Thud!

The heavy blade struck the floor with enough force to create a faint vibration beneath their feet.

Amon raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you're really excited."

A huge grin had already spread across Aisha's face.

Amon couldn't help but smile at it.

Whenever Aisha became excited about training, she looked almost like an innocent child who had just been given her favorite toy.

'She's actually pretty cute when she's like this.'

"Hey~ You're really a cutie."

"H-Huh?! Where did that come from, you bastard?!" Aisha's face turned red. "Train with me or scram!"

"Okay, okay. Don't be angry." Amon laughed.

The two of them walked toward an empty training platform farther away from the others.

Once they reached it, Aisha stepped onto the platform and rolled her shoulders.

"There's something I want to try today."

"Oh?"

Amon followed her onto the platform.

"What is it?"

"My new sword art form."

Aisha tightened her grip around the greatsword. "I've been working on the fourth form of my swordsmanship."

Amon's eyes lit up with interest.

"Fourth form?"

"Yeah."

Aisha planted her feet firmly against the ground.

"It's called..."

A faint spark of lightning suddenly danced across the surface of her greatsword.

Crackle!

Amon's eyebrows rose.

The moment she finished speaking, lightning began to gather around her body.

Thin arcs of blue electricity traveled along her arms before flowing into the greatsword.

The atmosphere around her changed. The playful smile disappeared from Aisha's face, replaced by a focused expression.

Amon stepped back slightly.

'So that's her new technique.'

Aisha lowered her body. The lightning surrounding her suddenly became denser.

"Fourth Fang—"

BOOM!

She exploded forward.

The ground beneath her feet cracked as she accelerated, her massive greatsword dragging a trail of crimson lightning through the air.

"Thunderfang Breaker!"

Aisha swung her greatsword upward.

A massive arc of lightning tore through the air, taking the shape of a savage wolf's fangs. The blue energy roared toward Amon with tremendous force.

Amon's eyes widened. "That's pretty damn strong!"

He immediately drew his sword. Darkness gathered around the blade.

Instead of dodging, Amon planted his feet firmly and swung his sword horizontally.

[First Form — Crescent Of Dusk].

A crescent-shaped wave of darkness burst from his blade and raced forward.

The two attacks collided in the center of the training platform.

BOOOOOOM!

Lightning and darkness exploded outward. The shockwave swept across the platform, sending dust and loose debris flying into the air.

Amon's coat fluttered violently from the impact.

Aisha's hair and tail were blown backward as she held her ground, her crimson eyes shining with excitement.

For a moment, neither attack gave way.

The enormous lightning fang and Amon's dark crescent struggled against each other, sparks of crimson electricity and black shadow scattering in every direction.

Aisha grinned. "Hehehe... not bad, Amon."

Amon's lips curled upward. "Of course. Did you really think I'd let you overpower me that easily?"

The collision intensified.

CRACK!

Another burst of lightning erupted from Aisha's blade. At the same time, the darkness surrounding Amon's sword thickened.

Both of them pushed their strength further.

"Let's see which one breaks first!" Aisha shouted.

Amon's grin widened. "Now that's more like it!"

They ran at each other and clashed.

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"You've really gotten stronger. We sparred just a few days ago, and I still remember it. Now you've already learned a new form. Amazing."

"Bastard! You're still stronger than me. Damn what have you done..."

Aisha dropped onto the training floor, clearly exhausted. She stretched her arms above her head, trying to loosen her tired muscles.

Amon remained standing nearby, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead.

"Do your muscles feel tight?"

"Well, yes. We were sparring nonstop for an hour, so of course they do."

Aisha rolled her shoulders and sighed.

"Do you want me to help?" Amon asked in unusual polite tone. Which was not like him.

"Help me with what?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Just a light massage. I can help loosen your muscles and make you feel more relaxed. You'll probably feel much better afterward."

Aisha frowned suspiciously. "You know how to massage?"

"Yeah. Scarlett used to give me massages after intense training, and I learned from her. She taught me well. You know how amazing she is."

Amon wore an innocent expression, as though he had absolutely no ulterior motives.

Aisha stared at him for a moment. She was curious.

"Then... give me a light one. I'll see if you actually know what you're doing."

She pointed a warning finger at him.

"And no funny business."

Amon's smile widened. "Sure! No teasing."

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[A/N: Sorry guys for short chapter and I am stopping here to ask you all one thing. Are you okay with Amon pursuing fls? Also it won't be like desperate one, rather slow burn like usual. Also I will wrote next chap from your reaction. Do you guys want detailed massage session of Amon and Aisha or well you are not into it? I mean it can be slightly R18 haha! but I can just end it in 200-300 words. Hope you guys will comment.]