Joint training 1

One day after the grand meeting, the joint training began.

Renggulu Continent may be small, but it hosts far too many nations to gather them all in one exercise. Thus, all the kingdoms agreed to take turns in a rotational joint training.

A mountain within the territory of the Kingdom of Aryapanggulu was selected as the training ground.An uninhabited, barren wasteland—no one would complain if it were destroyed.

For this phase, fifty kingdoms would train simultaneously.

Arga and Arjuna served as instructors.They had no intention of holding back.

The threat they were preparing for was a magically coordinated catastrophe.One careless mistake could mean death.

From Prince Dein’s report, the magical disaster might have been orchestrated by someone.But no one yet knew who.

Arjuna trained each allied army with utmost seriousness.Since the magic involved in the disaster was of advanced to majestic-class, he countered with spells of equal class during training.

He was harsh.But that harshness was necessary.

Arga was the same.While Arjuna pushed their magical limits, Arga pushed their physical endurance.

“Face a thousand clones of me!” Arga shouted to the allied forces. “This disaster could be the work of someone! So take this seriously!”

Arga leapt high into the air.Thousands of his clones appeared.

And they charged the allied forces.

The allied mages began drawing magic circles—symbols and colors flashing in the air.

But before they could even chant their spells,Arjuna began preparing his own magic circle.

An elegant pattern appeared: a circle adorned with triangles and jasmine blossoms, glowing orange like the twilight sky.

“Lan rupo kahayan suoro rekso kan asmo roso,” Arjuna chanted.

A thunderous rumble echoed.The ground began to quake.

Panic spread among the allied troops—including the Aryapanggulu forces.Their bodies trembled with fear.

Some fell to their knees, unable to stand.

“Tremble now, and death will come faster!” Arga roared.

No one could deny that.They struggled to their feet.

Trying to stand tall.Trying to overcome the fear.

“Too slow!” one of Arga’s clones yelled as it struck a soldier.

Arjuna summoned another magic circle—This time swift and dazzling:A circle adorned with a purple rose and sun, shining like amethyst.

“Lan rekso lan asmo kan suoro dadi rupo,” Arjuna incanted.

Lances of light burst from thin air—Not illusions, but real magic spears aimed to wound.

The allied forces hadn't finished their own spellwork.

They dodged—but some were hit.

Those injured were not given rest.

They had to heal themselves on the spot.

Some did just that—And rejoined the training despite trembling legs.

As knights, they had to be prepared to die.

But fear still gripped the hearts of others.

“If you don’t get up, your homes will be destroyed!” Arga shouted.

“This isn’t a threat! Your artifacts won’t work at full power if you’re afraid!” Arjuna barked.

Though some still shook with fear,It no longer controlled their hearts.

Arga and Arjuna’s training was brutal.But so was the magical disaster they were preparing for.

To them, fear meant death.Cowards didn’t deserve to stand.Didn’t deserve to call themselves knights.

They stood firm, eyes sharp.Ready for the cruel training ahead.

Arjuna summoned another spell circle.

The allied troops followed without hesitation.

As Arjuna chanted his incantation,Thousands of Arga’s clones rushed forward again.

It was impossible to counter both enemies at once.

The troops split into groups:

Group One: defensive mages,

Group Two: close-range mages,

Group Three: long-range magic units.

“Very organized. This is how it should be,” Arga smiled.

“Exactly what I hoped for from this joint training,” Arjuna nodded.

Without needing orders, the allied soldiers blocked the attacks from Arga’s clones.

“Let’s see more of their formation,” Arjuna muttered.

He began forming another spell circle—This time sapphire blue, adorned with triangles and an elephant head symbol.

“Lan suoro panjer rekso roso,” he chanted.

The sky remained bright, sun shining.But thunder cracked above.

Allied groups, four to five per team, began forming their own circles.Each team had:

One long-range mage

The rest were melee and defense mages

One mage per group finished their circle.

Lightning fell from the sky—

And just then, the defense mages completed their chants.

The lightning struck.

And vanished—harmless.

No one was hit.No casualties.

“This is what I’ve been waiting for,” Arjuna said proudly.

“Time to raise the intensity,” Arga crossed his arms.

“Agreed. Let’s make this count,” Arjuna replied.

“Alright,” Arga’s eyes gleamed.

He raised his hand—And slammed it into the ground.

A powerful wind blew through the battlefield.

Some soldiers staggered, formations disrupted—But quickly, they regrouped.

Those swept by the wind proved their tactical strength.

Despite constant shifting, they adapted perfectly.

Arjuna raised his hand.A bow appeared from thin air.

He drew it—And released a single arrow.

It shot through the sky—toward those who were scattered by the wind.

But those soldiers stood calm.They knew the arrow wouldn’t hit them.

Their thoughts were on the counterattack.

“We can’t use close-range magic, but we can strike back with long-range spells!” One of them shouted—a knight of Winarion, marked by the sun and jasmine crest on his chest.

They began forming a magic circle—A beautiful orange flame design with a circle and five stars within.

A red orb appeared in the air.It launched toward Arjuna and Arga.

Both leapt backward—dodging just in time.

The orb scorched the ground where they had stood.

Arga began preparing a spell circle.An orange twilight hue with triangles and stars etched into the earth.

“Kan roso dadi rupo seng rupo kian nyoto,” Arga incanted.

A sword slowly emerged from the earth—As if being birthed by the land.

Arga lifted it and hurled it into the sky—Aiming at the wind-swept soldiers.

Three of them exchanged glances.One nodded.

One among them began forming a small spell circle—So tiny, like a baby’s palm, that Arga and Arjuna couldn’t see it.

He whispered a chant.

Nothing happened.

Until—

One of them grabbed the nodding mage and threw him into the air,Directly toward the flying sword.

“What kind of betrayal is this?!” Arga growled.

But the mage in the air calmly kicked Arga’s sword aside.