Help! I Think We Summoned A Demon King-Chapter 28: Combat Training I

Morning arrived quickly. It makes sense since the party had gone on late into the night, and Zorat had spent extra hours of his own on rune inscriptions.

Zorat rose from his less than idle sleeping conditions. The experience was surprisingly refreshing and nostalgic to him.

Demons do sleep, but once they reach a certain level of strength it becomes pointless and unnecessary since they can go forever without needing to sleep.

Most prefer to spend that precious time comprehending their power and growing stronger.

Since Zorat’s initial purpose for initiating that summoning was to enjoy a mundane existence and live a life of pleasure; Nothing says mundane more than a couple hours of unproductive slumber.

There is also the fact that his current body needed the rest. And he could feel his body was already back at one hundred percent efficiency after the grueling inscriptions last night.

At the rate he was going, he would only have to make the inscriptions five more times and everything would be in place.

Zorat wasn’t worried that he wasn’t done yet because the moment he placed the first couple of runes, their purpose was already in effect. Though, not quite as full proof yet, it was getting there steadily.

Zorat got up from his bed, and as expected, Florielle was already up and about. He saw her arranging some outfits and gear by the low rise table in the Conner.

She seemed to have heard him move as she turned with the most radiant smile...

"Good morning lord hero."

"Morning, Florielle. Slept well ?"

"Yes, I did. Thank you again lord hero for last night."

"Think nothing of it.... By the way, what are those ?"

"Oh, lord hero, this is your outfit for training...."She said as she placed the last piece of hand brace on the table. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"The knight commander is already at the training grounds.... And she’s instructed us all maidservants to go call our masters..... it’s already been over thirty minutes, but since you were sleeping so soundly...."

"I see. Let’s not keep her waiting then." Zorat said as he got up and headed for the washroom. After a few minutes he was out and he got dressed in his version of the outfit Florielle brought.

The full outfit consists of a simple brown shirt made of tunic, leather armor, bracers, belt, trousers and boots. All bearing the insignia of the kingdom of Ursula; a golden sword buried on stone.

Zorat discarded the extra ensemble and only wore the shirt, trousers, belt and boots.

With Florielle leading the way, they soon arrived at the knights training grounds which wasn’t far from Zorat’s accomodation; maybe even a stone throw away.

Florielle excused herself after leading Zorat to the private training area designated for the heroes, since only they and the knight commander are allowed in.

Even right from the entrance, Zorat could hear the sound of steel on steel clashing in clings, and the thundering commanding voice of the knight commander dolling out instructions.

Inside looked like what a regular weapons training field would look like, only larger. All other heroes were already present and accounted for. To the side was a rectangular rack with wooden and metal weapons alike, and to the left was a water well for some reason.

In the center, all the other nine heroes were in their full combat gear and replicating battle stances and moves the knight commander was showing them individually with their chosen weapons.

She would occasionally pause to correct their forms and styles, putting some of them against the other to exchange moves. lashing out at those doing poorly and commending those doing well.

It only took a few seconds of Zorat arriving, before the physical drilling and conditioning came to an end, and the knight commander’s voice boomed aloud again.

"That’s our kingdom’s fighting techniques for various weapons...and if you successfully ingrain these teachings you will eventually step into the adept rank... just like the Hero of blade has just done." As she said this... she cast a look in Andrew’s direction who was perspiring in his training gear and resting on his chosen weapon, a sword.

Many would interpret that look as someone looking at the student they were proud of since they are advancing faster.... But Zorat caught something else in her gaze.

For the other heroes, while the experience gained by heroes in basically everything that requires experience to improve, is ridiculously expedient as compared to other denizens of this world... it would seem only Andrew, the hero of blade, has reached the adept level of fighting techniques in the group.

"Having a formidable fighting technique will save your life when you run out of mana and your divine skills fail you ...."

"Everyday, and every morning from today, for the next two weeks.... like this, you all will first undergo intense training to perfect your combat. And only until your combat technique’s in your chosen weapon reaches the Master Rank, will you have passed this portion of the training. For the second portion of the daily training...." As the knight commander spoke, she suddenly paused as she seemed to have noticed Zorat leaning nonchalantly on a pillar in the corner with a warm smile.

The Knight commander has always had a negative feeling when it came to this hero. She didn’t know why, but something deep within her she doesn’t even know where, is reacting with overwhelming fear and reverence for some reason.

Getting such a feeling from a mere ’hero of item box’, the worst of them all, truly angers Azaria a lot.

"Hero of item box...." she uttered in a calm voice, drawing the attention of the other heroes as they too soon noticed Zorat’s presence, and they all had varied reactions.

"You are half an hour late ...."

"And where’s your training gear ?" Azaria said in a stern tone as she ran her gaze all over Zorat.

"You are right. I have indeed come late...."

"No excuses on my part... as for the gear..."

"..... I don’t think I’ll be doing any fighting, so there’s no need for extra protection, right ?." Zorat straightened as he replied with a light grin playing on his lips.

This seemed to infuriate Azaria even more, as a little veiny bulge sprang up on her forehead.

"And.... Why is that if I may ask ?. Why would you not need to fight ?" Azara retorted, trying her best to calm her anger. These people were not actually her students. They were heroes, and ’technically’, they were free to do whatever they wanted.

"Why of course, it’s because I don’t need to. Remember... am only the bagbog." Zorat replied casually, but his casual response caused Erica to snicker in light giggles, while Ava has just been blushing for no reason ever since Zorat’s presence was made known.

Erica likes bad boys, and Zorat’s defiant display seemed to be working magic on her. Which is all well and good, because she was actually Zorat’s target in coming to this farce of a training.

Zorat deduced what Erica’s definition of a hot dude was by observing who she was currently dating. Though the term ’hot’ was subjective, it generally describes one who either is physically and mentally endowed, or one who does not conform to rules.

It’s only an experiment of his, Zorat knew a lot about humans, but not that much. In the general scheme of things, his knowledge on these species was limited.

Making use of what little information he possessed; before he traps himself in a confined space with Erica; he needs to make sure she starts seeing him in that light.

It’s a plus that his physical body is getting close to the human definition of a ’hot’ body. Now he only has to bring his perceived personality to that point, without going overboard.

This would be a tight rope to balance, because Zorat is not a ’bad boy’. ....He’s an evil creature.

Azaria thought for a moment on what to do with the item box hero, then she said. "Fine.... Do as you please..."

"Do be warned. At the end of the two weeks... you too shall descend the catacombs of permafrost with the heroes." She said as she turned back to the rest of the heroes who now had varied degrees of expressions on their faces.

Some sad, some angry, and most impassive.

"Now.... we will advance to the second portion of your morning routines..... and that is mastering your divine skills."