The Titan's Throne

Gaining An Army Part 1!

A 12-year-old middle Fighter.

Bastian breathed in deeply. His chest heaved up and down uncontrollably.

"Y-you said you were a student!" Said Bastian as he pointed at V. He felt deeply wronged by what he was seeing. It wasn't the fact that she lied about her cultivation, but the fact that she was so overpowered!

Life is so unfair.

Bastian thought to himself, as he realized what he was seeing. It is said that from the age of 10 to the age of 25, is when one experiences their fastest growth in terms of cultivation.

This growth peaks at 18 and at 25 it starts to become much slower.

This girl was 6 years away from her peak and 13 years away from slowing down in terms of growth. Yet she was already stronger than more than at least 95% of the people on the continent. How strong would she become later on?

Man what a monster.

Bastian did not realize that she thought the same of him. Not just because of what he had done earlier, but also because it seemed he could tell cultivation levels.

What a true monster.

Both parties thought the same of each other. The girl at least knew the limits of her strength, so she was the more knowledgeable one. She knew that although she was very talented, her abilities paled to Bastian's potential. The issue was, right then, it was not the time for that.

In the hall, the audience was being entertained. Once the entertainment was over, the duo would be sent to their new masters.

Since V had her cultivation back, she could easily free herself and Bastian. She explained that they should focus on escaping. With her cultivation and skills, no one could stop her, or even catch up. Bastian knew she was right and he nodded. She was about to break his shackles when he moved away.

"What are you doing?" said Bastian.

V thought that was the strangest question she had ever heard.

"Do you want to remain a slave? I have to protect you until you get back to your kingdom. My fate is tied to yours, so I have to escape with you." said V in an annoyed tone. If there is one thing she hated, it was explaining the obvious.

"Why should we leave? You saw that we had an 80 gold coin value put on us. In such a small city no one could possibly afford that. Now that your cultivation is back, we are pretty much invincible for hundreds of miles. Why leave when there is easy prey for the taking." Bastian sneered.

V didn't like the sound of what he had in mind. She tried to explain to him that there were many unknowns, for example, if someone had that much money, odds are they have guards which are up to par. There is a chance that they had an army with them as well.

"Oh please. You are an Inkume. We both know that you're pretty much invincible on your own stage. No one at the Fighter level can match you, not to mention you are monstrous talent." said Bastian confident with her skills.

"How do you know that they don't have a Teacher or a Scholar?" This is what V was most fearful of. Although she could easily dispatch multiple Fighters and Acolytes with ease, Masters and Scholars were a whole new level,

Especially Scholars, in the lower and middle sub levels warriors, had the advantage over mages because mages needed incantations which require time. In that time, they could easily be dispatched by a warrior of similar or even less cultivation.

Once one becomes a Scholar, however, things change, some of your spells would no longer need incantation. Not to mention the spells are from mana. They usually had more destructive powers than techniques from qi.

"I assure you there are no advanced cultivators amongst our buyers," said Bastian with confidence.

V squinted her eyes in suspicion, "How do you know?"

"The same way I could tell that you are a middle Fighter, and judging from the looks of it, you are about to break through to being an advanced Fighter. Man, you're such a freak."

"Me a freak, Look who's talking!"

V wanted to retort, but curiosity got the better of her, "How can you tell people's cultivation level?"

"Do you really think I will tell you that easily?" Bastian snickered.

It probably has something to do with his freakish soul!

V knew best how secretive people could be, she being no different. She crossed the arms on her chest and decided to trust his abilities. He had, after all, surprised her quite a few times. Perhaps he would do it again, "So you want to steal from our new 'master'?"

Bastian put on a mysterious smile and rubbed his hands together deviously.

"Not necessarily steal; to be honest, it depends on who our new 'Master' really is. Let us just say I guarantee that when we leave this building today, we will be the most powerful people for many miles."

...

General Moto and his crew were in their waiting room when they received shocking news.

"What? The girl escaped?"

"Yes sir." said one of the auction hall managers while trembling.

"Our guards are not sure what happened, it seems they were knocked out. When they regained consciousness, they checked all of the cells and saw that the girl was gone."

General Moto was furious. His fist hit the wall next to him, leaving a very large c***k that spread across the entire wall. The manager let out a shriek and knelt down on the floor. He didn't know who this man was, but he could tell that he was not one to be messed with.

The General was a unique man. Whenever he got furious, all he would do was show his displeasure through some violent means, like hitting a wall or smashing a table, then he would immediately calm down and start to rationalize. His attendants knew him well, so they kept quiet the whole time.

"What about the boy? Is he alright?" said the General in a quiet tone, one that sent chills down the manager's spine.

"The boy is perfectly fine sir." He replied.

"What did the boy see?" The General calmed down and realized that the boy must have seen something. Not to mention that he had taken an oath to the heavens that he would kill himself if he was ever separated from her. If she was really gone, the boy would be dead by now.

This meant that the boy felt that she had not left him.

Did she escape by herself? Or was she helped? Why was the boy left behind? He is far more valuable than her.

The General's mind was plagued with many questions that needed answering.

The manager hesitated to answer but one sharp glare from the General put an end to that.

"He said he would only tell the person who bought him, sir."

The General raised a brow as he heard this. He wanted to know what the boy was hiding.

"Alright, bring the boy here." The General waved his hand and turned to look at the wall he had punched, and put both his hands behind his back. As if nothing was bothering him at all.

"Yes sir."

...

Bastian was being guided towards where his new Master was. At that moment, he was walking barefoot and his upper body was exposed. He had ripped his top apart himself before he had been picked up. He had been questioned but he said nothing. His hands and legs were both shackled, to prevent him from misbehaving.

As soon as he entered the General's private room, all eyes were on him.

Bastian stood there as if nothing of note was happening. The guards who escorted Bastian were asked why he was half-naked. They reported what had happened. They were then told to leave the room.

The next part is very crucial; I have to act like a noble, a real noble. To do this I must no longer be Bastian Smith. I must be Sebastian Tirius!

Bastian straightened his posture. His face showed an arrogance that seemed as natural as breathing. In his eyes, all that was before him was beneath him.

The General and his crew were shocked by this sudden change in demeanour. The lifeless, nonchalant boy suddenly gained a certain air about him. The attendants only thought this to be arrogance, but the General knew what this was. This was the bearing of nobility.

"How dare you be arrogant, boy do you know who stands before you? You are in the presence of the great General Moto, founder and leader of the Flaming Winds Army!"

Everyone in the room expected Bastian's face to change to either reverence or fear. But his sneer widened slightly. He put a hand on his chin and stared at the General with those devilishly handsome eyes.

"Flaming what? Is that some sort of band?"