Chapter 350 - Congratulations, Isabel.

A good example of heroism, and the pure will to see his Platoon progress is Arem from the first Gaster Kingdom Platoon, or at least what was left from them. Arem, one of the few that managed to survive here and fairly a team player.

Since the beginning, Woldemir noticed something special in this man. Something that not everyone could have, well more like he has several characteristics that would make a Grand Master proud.

With the recent increase in Guard count, firmer procedures have to be taken. See Woldemir over looked the fact that each individual Guard could have some trait that is slowing them down from becoming a battle beast, and it was his responsibility to figure out that trait and get rid of it so a Guard can be molded to perfection, but he didn't.

Yet he can't be completely blamed for it, because as a start it isn't easy to remember at the very last detail of what every Guard is lacking. Furthermore, even after he would notice what Guards have been doing the wrong way in training, he can only lead just a handful at once towards the most accurate progress, after all he is one Guard Commander.

Now with his title as the main and only Teacher/Guard Commander, Woldemir has recommended to King Michael for Arem to be promoted as a Guard Commander with his own Platoon to deal with.

It wasn't really hard to promote him, King Michael trusts Woldemir's word and considering that the Platoon contains 130 people now it is the best idea to have two men in charge of these men and women in the Army.

Woldemir shared his missdoing to King Michael, which led to this recommendation being approved. And once getting him promoted, Woldemir shared what he didn't do correctly with Arem so they can have a look out for men and women who are doing the training incorrectly.

Which can be very common, all of them are new at this and when it is put under consideration that most can aim to make their own exercises easier once they get tired, extra care has to be given to the training exercises.

There is an under population crisis all across Ignis, they don't need to send anyone out there in Battle as bait meat and neither should they loose these Guards in battle for any other reason, they need this population to stick over 830 and rise by the passing months and years.

As for Arem, this is a wonderful opportunity. Not only does he match for this job due to the fact that he has an admirable perception, but this promotion also made him very happy. He feels in debt to Woldemir for thinking it can be done before and actually doing it now but Woldemir well established it that this is all on Arem's own Merit.

Productivity has risen a bit within the Guards due to envy, which indirectly turned in to a good thing. But most importantly they can make sure this time that the Army can come out stronger and by the end of this year due to the granted concentration upon the 30 men who survived the battles, Woldemir estimates that they will all qualify for Level 2 in their swordsmanship by the new year. He will have to test them for that though.

That is indeed a level for one to raise his chest forward, and it will inevitably make the Kingdom harder to invade.

...

"Is Woldemir ready?" Isabel asked as she bashed in his house, with no actual aim to be alarming. The point here is that she woke up in the morning, got ready and went to Woldemir's house to go with him to train.

But, walking in to a rather embarrassing scene she saw Woldemir undressed, the only thing he was wearing is underwear. At such a sight, she got instantly shy. The only other time when she saw him exposed, was when he took his shirt off to save her toes from possible Frost Bite.

It worked but... that day he only took his shirt off, and today he isn't even wearing pants. Keeping rather calm, since he is in his own house to begin with and he doesn't often get shy around Isabel. He answered, "I'll be ready in a few minutes." While actually he became more embarrassed about the fact that he over slept. Trying to excuse himself, "Even Grand Masters can sleep in some time aye?" He hid his embarrassment rather well.

Isabel on the other hand, spoke in her own Calidum Lutum language. Mumbling a lot of words as she walked out in embarrassment, not being sure how she could handle such a situation. Sure she in a way has gave a hint that she likes him, but seeing him this exposed was something she was not ready for.

He came out of his house a while after, acting like nothing happened here but one thing got him rather confused. Isabel isn't here, she was supposed to wait here but he supposes that she just went to the training yard.

Once arriving there, he took a peek of his surroundings to find Isabel but for a completely other reason. He found her easily due to the fact that she is 8 feet tall, but quickly noticed that she is avoiding eye contact with extended effort. He could even see a little blush on her face.

"Isabel." He called, grabbing her attention and afterwards Commanding. "Can you approach please?"

Still not fluent with the Ignite language, but knowing it enough to understand his order. She still kept her head up and approached him, got by his side and stared at the Platoon as if she became the Guard Commander. It is fair to say that she got more nervous and forgot how she is supposed to act.

"Um Isabel..." Woldemir mentioned her name once more, snapping his fingers to in order to grab her attention. He continued, "I've been studying your progress lately, you have gone through a boost in your capabilities, i see motivation."

"Um thank you... I work hard." She at least said this sentence clearly, she will need more time to learn it fluently though.

"We can all see that." He complimented although his tone remained rough as usual, well low in some aspects but his intend is rarely bad unless facing an enemy. "But my point is that I think you are ready to ascend in the next level with your Swordsmanship, you can become a Master (Level 5)."

"Me a Master?" She asked, in light shock. Well most saw it coming, but not this soon. Such a title would require a lifetime of practice.

"Yes." He answered as Kindly as his tone can be projected. "Do you know the procedure of Leveling up?"

"Ummm." She started thinking, touching her chin with her forefinger. "At Lan Zhe, Masters are made by doing trick."

"Indeed, but I think it is different compared to how they did it in Meridionali Ignis. Well with races and ethnicies aside, since you are under my training there is a trick or best called move that you need to do in order to show that you are Level 5 potential."

"I honoured to do trick." Isabel answered as her gaze still remained straight, away from Woldemir.

"Good. Now let me see if I remember this right." He mumbled with himself and walked away asking for some room to be cleared.

Afterwards, with his right foot forward at first, he took 3 steps forward with a strong dash and became Airborne.

A second after, he attained a double Backflip! Yes, that is how much a Grand Master is capable off and a Master come to think of it.

He did a double Backflip but his feet did not yet touch the ground, it is worth pointing out that he didn't fail either.

His Sword is nailed to the ground, and he is at the top of it, keeping himself balanced with the aid of the handle with the pure strength of his arms, it is fair to say that his veins are rather visible due to the fact that he is putting a lot of strength in to this. All she could envision here is his back, filled with muscle.

He witnessed how the Guards viewed in amazement, be it old and new. They realized among their selves that they are far away from reaching such a level.

Bending down while still above the 2 meter long sword, 80 cm of which has been nailed deep to the ground. His feet touched the handle, as his hands let go of it. A few seconds after he was balancing himself over the handle with one foot, being close to finish the move.

"You see men and women, this move can prove if Isabel is ready to Level up. Without practicing it she should be able to do it based on her past experiences in training or battle." Afterwards he jumped down from the sword, pulled it out and threw it to the air.

Walking a couple of steps towards Isabel, he felt the sword fall down and smoothly enter his Scabbard. "And that's how the move is done."

Such elegance, such style and furthermore such skill. Shocking to the ones who see him as a man who just gives them training instructions.

"Do you think you can do this? Soldier Isabel?" Of course it has to be assured if she feels ready, this is nothing done by force and in other words is simply an honour.

"Yes." She answered shortly and was already in the process of doing the trick.

Jumping as high as she could, she did her first Backflip and while still on mid air did the second as well. But! When she nailed her sword to the ground she struggled to keep herself balanced.

Almost fell on her back even, could feel her gold and black hair hanging down. Finally gaining balance and sweating to the point of getting her face red, not for good this time.

Bending her legs down, so they can touch the handle. She managed to do this a lot easier compared to the first part, in fact she did it fast in order to avoid balancing everything with her arms.

As her foot touched the handle, she slowly stood up and kept balance. Saw her hair falling in front of her face, connected with her skin thanks to all the sweat.

Keeping her form exactly how long Woldemir did, since she kept count earlier. She jumped from the sword after, threw it to the sky like Woldemir did and almost as high as he did.

Her Scabbard isn't on her back, but around her waist instead. So she had to settle for a different approach, thankfully it landed like it is supposed too even though while falling half way in, it almost fell off.

"Congratulations... Swords Master Isabel." Woldemir congratulated, raised his hand to shake hers.

Accepting the Congratulation, she answered. "Thank you for training me."

"Well, it is all in your Merit." He answered, as he let go of her hand and turned his attention towards the Platoon.

"All of you can do it as well!" He shouted, "Let this be a motivation, all of you can be this legendary, all of you can attain unimaginable wealth based on your skill." In the process of shouting his thoughts out, he also heard the Translator speaking for him after the sentences ended.

"Now, let's work hard so we can reach high." And for once, with aims of using languages he never wanted to use. He said with aims of motivation, "We don't need to kiss Anyone's Ass!"