It has been 6 years, Yet..
'The human body cannot handle the first circle... It seems I am still too young... I suppose it is true that on average the first circle is unlocked on the age of 14, and the youngest mage was only 11... Hm. I'll beat that.'
Nathaniel hummed to himself as he slowly layed on the floor
Huup!
He slowly exercised, He needed to strengthen his body to an extent in order to be able to handle the first circle
' ' Six.. Seven.. Eight.. ' '
He continued doing pushups in order to strengthen his body
'It should take 2 more months at this rate... Well I did bulk from eating so much food each family dinner... Hah..'
Nathaniel continued before finally collapsing at the floor
'68... That's the most this body can handle huh... I've been doing this for 2 months At least I'm improving... My body is developing nicely.'
He smirked as he slowly got up wiping sweat off his body with his own shirt before getting dressed
' ' I should visit the training grounds.. ' '
Nathaniel ventured off through the hallways eventually arriving at the knight's barracks
' ' Oh! Young master! ' '
A knight had spotted him, Grey haired could be seen yet he was still nearly in top condition, weilding a longsword and a formidable presence he walked to the young master
'Garrick Becker, Knight of the Atkins household and the Knight commander of the 1st Knight Battalion'
' ' The 3rd young Master of the house of Atkins, Nathaniel Van Atkins greets the Knight commander. ' '
The young master would bow respectfully greeting the knight master
' ' There is no need to be so formal with me Young master, I am merely a knight serving the household ' '
Garrick would try to downplay his role before continuing
' ' Though I must ask, Why would the young master venture off to the barracks? ' '
He'd question Nathaniel, In response with a smirk the small child asked bluntly
' ' I wish to strengthen my body. ' '
The knight paused
'Is he serious? Noble children... Shouldn't they be enjoying life at this age?'
The knight was left speechless, yet he compossed himself
' ' This will not be easy, Young master. You will struggle ' '
The knight almost seemed like he was threatening the young master, Scaring him so he would not continue with this short interest, he remained unyieldig
' ' I am certain. So please, Train me. ' '
The noble child bowed as he addressed the knight once more, he was small in frame just a quarter of the knight's size yet... for some odd reason it sparked something within the old man
With a sigh the knight placed his hand on the child's shoulder
' ' Rise. ' '
He spoke, his voice thundered across the barracks, it was commanding and even shook the child yet, it harboured even a shred of respect within
' ' I will break you down. You will struggle like we have, but in the end. You will rise to the top just like we have, I swear upon my honour as a knight of Atkins I will make you into a fine lad. ' '
The knight stated with no arguement to be held
' ' Move! Push ups until you collapse, Now! ' '
He shouted, Immeadietly the knights laid down and began, Swayed by the wave Nathaniel also did, dirtying his clothes and body
He was a noble yet it did not bother him, the mud would strengthen him. He needed to get used to it. He had to.
As the hours passed in a blur the knights gathered up
' ' Young master, I did not realize you could go toe to toe with us, you'll make an amazing knight in the future! ' '
The young squrie spoke with the young master fascinated as to how a noble would even lower himself to the mud alongside them
Yet, the Noble child merely smiled, he was not merely aiming to be a knight. He was fated to reach greater heights
' ' Your name.. ' '
The child asked through panting breaths
' ' Leonard Holland, Milord ' '
The squire replied and with a smile the child spoke
' ' I expect to see you here again... So Let us meet again in the future ' '
He extended his hand for a handshake, the squire and the child did not know what this could mean, unknowingly shook eachother's hand it was now determined, the Knight and the Lord.
Soon, after resting the child stood up heading to the Knight commander
' ' Commander, What time am I required to come here again tommorow? ' '
He asked bluntly, The knight merely smiled as he looked down on the small child
' ' Whenever you wish, but the earlier the better, Young master ' '
The child nodded as he left the ground returning to the mansion
' ' ... ' '
The family Patriarch, Edward Van Atkins stood alone at the window, looking down at the knights below he spoke to himself
' ' A peculiar child... If only he was born earlier he would have secured the head.. Still it is exciting to see what great things he'll achieve. ' '
The Noble lord smirked as he left to attend his own duties
To be continued