Chapter 322 - Hand Stand

The feast went rather well and they all had a good night sleep, most were sent to sleeping rooms except for Eric who is the King here. His bed is located on the throne room, through a tunnel on the right wall.

Luckily, this time he came prepared against that any Ignite would despise (Woldemir mostly), the lack of a good night sleep. Last time he came here, he had to sleep on a hard rocky surface that represented a bed.

Sure the Calidum Lutum can handle it, but for an Ignite it is torture. I suppose none expected for an Ignite to be a Golden Blood. This time, he has a thick fur covered sleeping bag.

It might portray itself messy, since it doesn't spread out like a blanket but it is always better than sleeping on hard rock even though he is sweating it all out in there!

In the next morning, when their minds are a bit more clear. They have the time to do something a bit more important than just stuffing food down. Writing letters to their families.

Today they will need to write all the letters they need too, and tomorrow two Guards will be sent to an adventure of delivering the messages. It won't take more than two weeks to return regardless of the hundreds of Kilometers.

Although Ada was put under Commander Alia's care, Aatë still must be worried due to the fact of her being gone for over 3 months, what parent wouldn't be worried at such a case.

Although there would be nothing that can convince Ada to return home at the moment, or now to Gaster Kingdom which is her and her mother's new home, sending a letter to assure her mother about safety can be a huge reliever.

As for Woldemir, I think we all saw how he fared at the beginning of this Volume. He was a step away from syncing in to depression, thinking that Eric might have died due to the fact of everyone missing for this long.

They were sent to search for Demonite! Obviously just the word Demonite itself makes the task look dangerous, but when accompanied by the fact of how dangerous the High Mountains are, he become more worried by the day.

This letter will indeed grant Woldemir much required relief, he couldn't withstand to loose the last family member he has. The Domains at Meridionali Ignis are less sparing, brothers and sisters of his along with uncles and aunts all met with a horrible massacre.

As for the Calidum Lutum sent to the High mountains, there is no rush for him since Bittore required for more Blacksmiths to be trained before Osira can depart on her journey of "Becoming a better Leader."

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Moving on to matters which in front of some people might be previewed as more important, On the next day, Eric wanted to do something he has quite missed. Jumping from the edge of the Volcano and down in Lava, he is the Golden Blood. Wouldn't you do it if you could?

He walked towards the edge of the Volcano, gave himself a little boost with Fire bursting through his legs so he doesn't accidentally hit any edge of the walk way and turn this situation for the worse.

Flying about 10 meters, and afterwards falling down like a fat rock, head first towards the Lava. Fun, but not so fun for the uninformed.

Ada just casually walked out of her cave where she slept, and as she rubbed her eyes she noticed this activity which obviously looks suicidal. "Did another kid fall?" She murmured to herself and started yelling for Eric to fly down and save him or her.

Rubbing her eyes again and giving the kid another look, it was none other than Eric. She recognized him due to his pitch black hair, and the usual dark leather clothing he wore throughout their travel in the warmer areas.

"Why isn't he flying? Is he asleep?" She murmured to herself gaining more and more panic and started yelling again, "Mogranius! Eric is falling down the Volcano!"

She felt like calling for someone else who can actually fly, would be a good way to handle this situation. She herself would do anything to save him, but jumping down the Volcano would just equal to two deaths.

"Relax." He walked out of his own cave (Of which he shared with Commander Alia.), opening his mouth wide with a yawn since her screams woke him up. "Lava doesn't burn him, he does this for fun."

She took a peek at Mogranius and noticed that his hair is a lot messier than usual, to shed more light to this little story that no child would possibly understand, he asked. "By the way have you seen Commander Alia?"

Whatever affair they had last night, it looks like she won. Also, she is usually an early bird so finding her asleep after mid day like some people, it isn't the most common to see her asleep after mid day like some people here.

Knowing that she tends to work out in aims of keeping her physical form and fighting skills sharp, Ada answered. "Have you tried the training room? I think we saw one yesterday in that tour?"

"That makes sense." He answered as he reached his toes a couple of times to stretch and with a front flip forward, falling off the Edge of the Volcano he started flying in aims of taking the short way there.

Thanks to the provided information by the man who was shocked awake, Ada started calming down by the passing moment and just sat on the walkway to think this through. They called Eric "Golden Blood" for more times than he can count, but how does it neccesarily link to the fact that Lava Doesn't burn him? She saw no connection at all, but is glad that Eric is safe.

Speaking of the tour, the great underground farm they had the pleasure of seeing might be the best thing they saw in this whole Town. Imagine, countless fruits and vegetables who grew large thanks to the 24/7 light above them.

The greenery is more than amazing, and Ada feels a bit sad that she couldn't be here when this all started forming. She also wants to meet this Stefan everyone kept talking about, considering the hype they made about him, Ada thinks that he is big tall and muscly. If only she knew how much she would be let down by his size.

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Falling down the Volcano like a fat rock, and finally going splat like it but not enough to make a big scene.

"Opecl. Er Welzer Artej ke sadpu." This of course translates too "Good. The Golden Blood is here." Grand Master Xalk calmly spoke, he is the oldest of the five and fairly respected.

In a way, he has missed Eric doing this type of nonsense. Odd enough, Eric is a lot more talkative around the Grand Masters, as if talking to old people feels a lot more relieving. Furthermore, he has missed saying the same sentence he did just now.

"I'm here for training." Eric expressed after he casually swam to the side of the walk way as if he was on a pool.

"We know." Kazer spoke, being the only one able to speak his Ignite language due to the fact that Kazer's intelligence is outstanding. As mentioned way earlier, he can pick up a language just by watching someone repeat it a couple of times. "Sit."

"Sure." He pulled himself out of the Lava and let out a little complaint. "Tommorow you didn't let me train, do I actually get to blow Lava this time?"

"We plan good train for Golden Blood, we no rush." Kazer tried to explain with this harshly build up sentence, understandable and the best part is that he will learn more here the more time he spends with Eric.

A bit irritated thanks to the Child's impatience, he continued to explain. "You blow Lava at Level 6, not early."

Again understandable but at the same time demotivating, how could he forget that anyone with a rank lower than a Grand Master can't blow lava out of his or her own limbs? Sounds tad stupid to forget about such a thing.

He just tried to keep his motivation firm, swallowing the fact that he might be down here for years or possibly a Decade until he becomes a Grand Master and proceeded to ask. "So what do I do first?"

"Hmm." Kazer went in to a bit of deep thinking and tried to figure out what could fit an Ignite better, any type of training here can crush this small life form. "Can stand with hands?"

An odd question indeed and at the same time not very understandable because he couldn't figure out how exactly this would link to Lava Blasting training? "You mean walk with hands?"

"Yes." Answered Kazer, taming his curiosity.

"I'm not sure if I can." Eric answered truthfully instead of lying now and embarrassing himself later when he is made to try it.

"Try."

Although still confused, he found no reason not to try this. These are Lava Controlling Grand Masters were are talking about here, with the oldest person being 1,300 years old and the youngest being 500.

He stood on his feet, and with one attempt where his feet met the ground too quick, he tried again trying to find the best balance. Trying the third time, he actually managed to do a hand stand and as he attempted to move, he fell on his back.

Thankfully, he didn't get hurt at all and the embarrassment here feels a bit more rougher than the ground. He heard Kazer speak, "Good."

"Does this really help me become a better Lava Controller?" Eric asked, still tremendously confused of this training exercise since he never saw any Calidum Lutum do it.

"Not really." Kazer answered, and a light giggle was heard from him and passionately continued over the others.

"Hehehehehee."

"Hehehhe."

"Heheheheheheeehehehehehee."

"Hehehehehehe."

Xalk liked this the most apparently since his giggle stretched the furthest. Hundreds of years of knowledge in front of him yet they started off the training by messing with him a little bit.

Well it is at least nice to see that these Grand Masters have a unique sense of humour.

"Now we train."