The First Store System

Chapter 385: Kurotan

"I win, again," Xotak commented.

He had won another battle with Trihan, but there wasn't the expression of winning present on his face. Instead, a frown was there.

Trihan only succeeded once in killing his clone, but the memory of it was still engraved into his mind as if it had only happened a moment earlier.

A few minutes earlier,

Trihan had failed both his turns in killing the clone of Xotak, whereas Xotak had failed in his first attempt, but he succeeded in the second attack. And now, if Trihan failed again, Xotak wouldn't even have to attack again to win the battle.

Trihan took out the spear he used from his pocket space and handed it to his last offensive clone.

"Use the move!" Trihan coldly ordered the clone, while Xotak's clone had gotten ready to defend just like the previous two times.

The clone raised the spear into the air and jumped. Using its control over the flight, it reached the height of a few hundred miles in no time.

When the distance between the ground and the clone had reached 581 meters, it came to a halt.

The spear the clone had raised aiming at the sky started having new movements in its hands.

The space around the spearhead began cracking. Instead of the broken shard falling into the ground, it started melting into the tip, creating a strange phenomenon of the formation of a world.

It was the ultimate move, Trihan's father had taught him. It was called 'The Strike of the World'. As its name suggested, the creation of a world would take place at the tip of the spear/sword/blade/etc., depending on the weapon of the user.

It was also the skill the training area had upgraded as his reward for winning the battle in the Gods & Demons level training area.

Xotak wasn't surprised, seeing the attack, as he wasn't a stranger to the move. But it didn't take long for the surprise to turn into a frown.

What should have stopped at the creation of a world didn't stop, but it continued at an alarming rate. At one point, Xotak's face turned grave. Even he could sense a danger to his life if Trihan used the strike.

On the tip of the clone's spear, a galaxy consisting of around a thousand worlds had appeared, while the space around it had turned into emptiness, taking its ability to restore for eternity.

The clone then looked down with no semblance of emotions at Xotak's clone, covered in its wings.

"Whoosh!"

"Puchi!"

The next moment, the clone threw its spear. It flew so quickly that it almost looked like a teleport. In less than the time required for someone to think, it reached the Xotak's clone and pierced it.

In the presence of the spear and its might, the feather and skin of Xotak's clone were so fragile that it felt like the spear was piercing through butter.

The spear then passed through the clone's body. It then flew back to the real Trihan while the clone dissolved back into him.

The clone of Xotak scattered like sand in the area.

***

"How could you improve your father's ultimate move to such an extent?" Xotak asked Trihan.

He remembered that even when Trihan's father used the move, the number of worlds didn't surpass ten, but now he could see a mere clone of Trihan having more than a thousand worlds on the tip of the spear.

Even though Trihan had lost another battle with Xotak, he wasn't as angry as he had thought he would be. Instead, it could be said that Trihan was happy about the situation.

From his own eyes, he had seen the look on Xotak's face when he used the upgraded attack at the clone, now called 'The Strike of the Galaxy'.

"I am more talented than my father," Trihan gloated, seeing the shocked and grave look on Xotak's face.

"Hmph, you more talented than your father?" Xotak scoffed. "You dare talk to your teacher like this," He further added, remembering the bet.

Xotak couldn't control himself from bringing it forward, seeing the gloating expression on Trihan's face. It was a reality that the attack could kill him, but it didn't mean he was afraid of it.

Trihan's face suddenly froze. In the excitement of making Xotak fearful of his attack, Trihan forgot about the bet, and now that he had lost the battle, he would need to call Xotak, his teacher.

"I would tell you about how I improved the attack to such an extent, but only on one condition," Trihan said, after staying silent for some time.

"No, I wouldn't take back the bet," Xotak responded straight away. How could he not know what condition Trihan wanted to put?

Trihan's face turned ugly, hearing a blunt refusal from Xotak.

"Are you sure? You would never know about my source of improvement then," Trihan didn't want to give up, so he asked once more.

Making his most hated person, his teacher, was nothing less than torture for him.

"Why aren't you prostrating yet in front of your teacher?" Xotak ignored Trihan and smilingly asked him.

"You!" Trihan didn't even know what to say at that moment.

Xotak didn't say anything but only smilingly stared at him while gesturing for him to prostrate.

"Sigh!" Trihan, after angrily glaring at Xotak for a few seconds, finally gave up. He heaved a disappointed sigh and then took a deep breath, making up his mind about accepting Xotak as his teacher.

He only got angrier the more he thought, so the interval at which he took deep breaths grew shorter while the breath duration grew longer.

"Fine!" Trihan finally calmed down after exaggerating the benefits Xotak could provide him for becoming his student in his heart.

"I, Trihan, the only son of Kurotan, accept you as my lifelong teacher. For as long as I breathe, I would only have you as my sole teacher," Trihan got down on his knee and completed the vow required to become a student.

A smile wider than anything spread across the garuda-like face of Xotak.

"Good! As your teacher, I order you to tell me, how did you improve your father's ultimate move to such extents?" Xotak smilingly asked Trihan.

Trihan, who had just stood up after completing the vow, couldn't help but stumble, hearing Xotak.