A Survivor's life in the dungeon (A Danmachi Fanfic.)

Chapter 13

The ground shook at every step the mountain of a god took. August through gritted teeth looked at his god. the embodiment of strength and might. And this is him still holding back. He dreads the fact that if his god put a little more strength at the blow he would be on a one way ticket to the afterlife. This isn't just a spar. That blow made him realise it, this was a fight, a battle between two warriors. And he knows he won't win if he doesn't fight with the intention to kill.

With shaky legs August willed himself to stand back up, determination and fire burning in his eyes as he looked at the almighty god with reverence and awe. On this day, at this moment. "I WILL BEAT YOU!!!" he screamed, his voice filled with passion, with grit, drive, and determination.

"THEN COME!!!" Heracles roared, he was getting fired up by the show of grit by the boy, in this 9 years he treated August as his son, he taught him how to be strong, how to persevere, he taught him how to be a warrior both physically and mentally. And he was happy at the results. The boy is now a man.

August focused mana into the soles of his feet, as he moved faster than he ever did in his life, the wind making way for the man that won't back down.

In a blink of an eye he reached in front of Heracles as he rained a barrage of strikes with his spear.

The attack was blindingly fast, but for the god, it was childs play, he dodged the barrage with precise and very little movements, not wasting any move. Blocking what he could block, dodging what he could dodge, he let the man's potential rise as he could see improvement with every passing moment of his attack.

And then it happened, Heracles got sloppy, his block was a tad bit late, and Beowulf made a cut, drawing blood out of the god. And the spear greedily absorbed it.

Lethal Tempo was activated.

August moved faster, his strike became more agile, as he could feel his speed rose. Pressing the pressure more he moved with gusto as his strike became more polished.

Heracles became flustered, just one tiny drop of blood changed the balance of the fight, and like an overflowing dam August draws more blood for Beowulf to absorb. One cut became two, as two became four and so on and so forth as Heracles is slowly getting pushed back by the warrior he trained.

'Good he's learning as he fight. I should probably step it up a notch before the tempo is completely in his control.' The god thought to himself as he stomped his foot on the ground, sending shockwaves all around, cracking and breaking the solid ground with just one move. Debris came flying in the air as August was pushed back. Then a fist appeared suddenly in his vision.

"Fuck!" he hurriedly raised his spear blocking the blow, but he was still sent flying by the strength of Heracles. He kept his balance as lands, skidding at the ground he stabbed his weapon on it to stop himself from going farther.

With a smile on his face he looked at his god, he finally made him bleed, sure the cuts was on his hands as he made a late block but still, a cut is a cut. And seeing that the god's hands were cut multiple times brought his confidence through the roof.

"You seem smug August." he was taken aback, that was the first time his god called him by his name since he agreed to join his familia, it was always boy, you, or child. For 9 years since he joined Heracles he never called him his name.

August twirled his spear and beamed the god a smile. he then spoke. "This was the first time you called me by my name since joining your familia."

"We'll you are a man now, a warrior." He raised his right hand for August to see, multiple cuts bleeding from Heracles' hand "And here's the proof. There aren't many gods in heaven that can boast about making me bleed." He brought his hand down, a smile plastered on the god's face. "I, HERACLES, RECOGNIZE YOU, AUGUST KAISER, AS A WARRIOR!!!"