Demon's Virtue-Novel

The next day, quite early in the morning, before the sun even rose, Eiro was woken up by his assigned guide, Kimmi. He slowly got up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, before standing up and walking up to the bird laying in a small nest Eiro created for it last night.

With a quick squeeze, he woke said bird up and pushed it against his chest, making Bavet quickly fuse into his body, " 'Wake up, buddy', 'It's time to leave', or even just 'Come on'... But no, you have to fucking squeeze my whole body to wake me up? Fucking dickhead..." The slime grumbled, while Eiro simply rolled his eyes and walked up to this small hut's door.

"Yeah?" He let out, his negative effect resistance skill kicking in and fully waking him up. Kimmi smiled at Eiro, holding his hands behind his back, "It is time to leave for the active combat exercise. Please gather your equipment and come out soon." He explained, and Eiro immediately nodded, "Aight, I'll be right out."

The Demon closed the door again, and pulled a certain few things out of his treasury. Upon his evolution, once his legendary skill awakened and upgraded some of his abilities, the amount of things that Eiro could store in his treasury had gone up considerably. It was still restricted to that 'room' that Eiro had always imagined, just that said room now became something more solid and defined. This let him store more than just small items and trinkets.

And beyond that, Eiro was no longer abl to just a single piece of each sort of item. He could now store both of his daggers in there, for example, as well as all pieces of his armor. What he could not do, however, store actual duplicates, meaning that Eiro could not simply place a whole bunch of the same material in there for easier transport, or he couldn't store the same book in there twice, even if the edition and craftsmanship quality were completely different. But at least he didn't have a limit to the amount of books anymore, beyond the fact that they took up a lot of space that he could use for other things.

However, like this, Eiro was able to store his full Dragon-Scale armor inside of his treasury, and similar to how he put on his cloak and mask, by mentally pretending to put it on within the room of his treasury. And like that, Eiro changed out of the current clothes that he was wearing and instead donned his armor, and in just an instant.

"Ariella, I'll be back later. Have a great day." The Demon said with a smile, looking at the half-asleep Nephilim, who simply slightly waved at him before returning to sleep. It did get quite late last night.

Eiro smiled lightly and quickly opened the door, where Kimmi was standing, quite surprised to see that Eiro had already changed into his armor, "Alright, let's go." He stepped out of the hut and closed the door behind him. With a slight whistle that was just barely carried through the air, Eiro signaled a certain being, which he could hear lazily getting up right now.

"We're going back to the same place as yesterday, I assume?" Eiro asked, and Kimmi quickly nodded, "Yes, we are. It is the best place for such exercise, especially considering the combat prowess of you all." He replied, and Eiro slowly nodded. He did see what everyone was able to do yesterday, but he doubted that was actually the limit of their abilities. They either hid a lot of their arsenal, simply showing something that they were particularly proud of or that might impress the Baram Warriors and the young Hero, or they simply didn't want to reveal everything about them before seeing what the others were capable of.

Especially after Eiro's display yesterday, they would try to show more of their capabilities today. And it seemed like there were some individuals that were particularly excited about the coming combat. It didn't take long until everyone was gathered again, and the whole ordeal was explained.

"Today, we will be doing some simple spars. Of course, you can go all-out as you wish, but what this is for is simply figuring out your personal adaptability to different sorts of combat. We will pair you up ourselves, depending on whether or not we wish to see how you fare against a certain opponent according to the rough skill-specialization we observed yesterday." The head-warrior explained, before the first batch of fights were announced. Eiro had already guessed this would happen, but he was paired up against the Goliath Warrior, Tin. He probably bothered the guide to make sure they would end up paired up as soon as possible.

And surprisingly, Biril was paired up with one of the transmigrators yesterday, the one summoned and blessed by the god of beasts. It was a sadistic team-up. Biril was the only beastman in the whole group, and it was clear that the only reason he was paired up with that young man was so that the Baram warriors could figure out whether or not the young man could use his ability on beastmen as well.

The other teamups were mostly done with a similar mindset, trying to team people up with those that clearly had the most natural animosity toward each other, or those that were simply a bad match. Of course this could be seen as kind of a negative thing, but Eiro gave them the benefit of the doubt.

If everything worked out well, this could not only patch things up between those with such animosity, creating better teamwork overall, but it could also point out fatal flaws in the combat style of certain individuals that they can then properly work on during the next few years before it comes to truly teaching and fighting alongside the young hero. At the end of the day, the Baram Warriors obviously wanted this all to succeed, so they weren't going to do anything to delibaretly jeopardize this.

One after another, the pairs began to fight against each other. And when Eiro watched them, he realized that these warriors and guides must have incredible insight. While the first few paired up individuals were a bad match for each other ability wise, neither of them had the upper hand. It was like they were pulling out each others' bad aspects. And that this was possible just from the, at most, ten-minute displays yesterday was incredible. Eiro had nearly judged this whole thing as a waste of time for him, but it might actually be quite interesting after all.

And then, it came to the fight between that transmigrator and Biril, the one that Eiro was currently most curious of. The dynamic here was quite different to the ones before, since this seemed to be the only fight where they didn't try to balance things out too much. They seemingly really only wanted to find out about the limits of the transmigrator's abilities, which Eiro wasn't against either. He was curious as well, after all.

The two of them looked at each other, preparing for their upcoming fight. The transmigrator hit his hands together. He didn't wear much more than yesterday, just some light, thin gauntlets in addition to those sorts of clothes. Biril, however, was really wearing a proper armor like most others here, and was of course carrying around his large great-scimitar.

While it seemed to be made for his body while it was fully transformed like yesterday, even now Biril seemed capable of wielding it with little trouble, as if the blade was close to weightless.

It didn't take long until the Baram warriors had the spar start, and neither of the two parties waited for all too long. The two ran at each other, and the moment that his opponent came into range, Biril slashed his sword toward him horizontally. But the transmigrator simply jumped over the blade with ease. Although it could hardly be called a jump. He basically just slightly hopped, and pulled his legs up immediately.

As Eiro thought, this man must have had quite some experience fighting even in the other world, although Arc had told him that it was supposed to be quite peaceful there. Eiro watched curiously and excitedly. He was pretty sure that the transmigrator would win, but Biril certainly wasn't weak either, that was for sure.

The transmigrator stretched out his leg and twisted his body around, kicking Biril's side. But Biril simply raised his arm, which had enlarged quite a bit as it just said arm turned into such a transformed form. Biril's hide created a naturally incredible armor when he was transformed, so it made sense for him to use this ability defensively as well. Twisting his own body around in response, jumping backward, Biril swung his blade back at the transmigrator, this time managing to cut into his arm. It wasn't that much more than a cut, but it was still enough for Biril to gain the upper hand, at least for now.

Really, Eiro wouldn't be surprised if Biril managed to reach the heights of the Masters in the future if he kept things up like this.

However, the transmigrator wasn't anything to scoff at either. Despite only recently having received his skills and this level of physical prowess, he was able to use everything he was given extremely well. This spar turned into a wild exchange of blows, before suddenly, both sides pulled back.

"This is getting really fun... You mind if I go all out?" Biril asked with a broad, excited grin on his face, as his chest was pumping like the bellows in Armodeus' workshop. Slowly, his body bulged up as Biril transformed. But to the surprise of everyone here, particularly Biril himself... the transmigrator showed a similar transformation, even turning into a tiger-like form, as if he was a beastman himself.

And maybe some of the others noticed as well, but Eiro was absolutely positive that the patterns of the transmigrator's fur were the same as that tiger monster's that he had tamed yesterday.