The Last Primal Chapter 479
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With a hopeful and also, a wondrous gaze, Aiden watched her Master performing her very first attempts to get a feel for the peculiar back appendage they both had but never tried using.
Aiden could barely believe what he was witnessing! Barely a few passing minutes since she transformed, yet she was such a natural, showing such confidence in her actions! She already used her wings for defense and, for that matter, for dishing out damage as well! Knowing that the bony ends were similar to sharp spearheads, she began using it around halfway through their initial clashes. Though at the time, the most she could do was to position herself, she still managed to utilize more of her bodily features than Aiden usually did.
Her actions did prompt Aiden to try to copy his Master and was slowly, gradually including them into his repertoire.
In this short little battle, Aiden had learned more than in the past 2 weeks back in the city. Not just that, he was happier than ever! For the first time since what felt like forever, he could finally be himself, and let go of all the constraints, the weights that kept pushing him down, holding him back.
Here, in Haven, facing her Master he was free and happy. None of the matters and worries of the outside world mattered, for the moment, only Number 3 and he himself existed.
Their fight though it was violent and fierce, to be honest, it wasn't about winning or losing. The victor or the loser wouldn't matter for either party. They simply wanted to push each other to their respective limits and maybe even further. They both wanted to know where they currently stand, how far they could go with their bodies, their inner energies, and how much they could withstand before showing signs of falter.
Without knowing such basic information, they could very well be overestimating themselves in the future and willingly walk into a trap or a fight not realizing that it would only spell their demise.
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So they had to do whatever they could to try and overcome the other.
Along the road of satiating their hunger for a glorious, fitting battle, they cared, loved the other too much to not give it their very best.
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As Number 3 kept focusing on the movement of her shoulders and with that, the connected appendage, she slowly but surely started to get a feel for these leathery, bony wings. Like a pair of newly acquired limbs, she could finally sense them, feel them more than just added weight that countered the normally frontal weight every female carried with themselves.
Though bit clumsy, under the shocked gazes and loud gasps of the spectating crowd, the large wings that so far were kept in their resting position began to crack and slowly move on their own. At first Number 3 retained their closed, resting pose but began to move the base, the connecting base, drawing a similar circle as she did with her shoulders.
As if being fully aware that her boy was sharing the same plight, as soon as she could manage the small movements, she called out with an excited tone.
"Do like I do, Aiden! Focus on your back, on your shoulders! At the start, it feels weird, but only for a brief instant! Try moving them on your own!"
Nodding Aiden diligently followed the instructions, repeating the exercise that Number 3 did, and began drawing circles with his shoulders. He closed his eyes to better sense, to better focus on the feel, the sensation at his shoulder blades.
Eventually, though arguably taking him a bit longer, he too managed to move the previously useless parts of his, turning them from cool-looking attachments to truly being a part of him.
Like his Master, his golden-colored reptilian-looking wings were starting to move on their own, drawing clumsy, cubbish circles around their connected base.
Gradually, both of their movements were growing, expanding. With loud cracks, the joints were used for the first time, as the wings were stretched out. As they were spread, both, but even more for Aiden, they felt a satisfaction like no other.
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As if a part of them, were finally being used, letting the blood, the circulation to fill it up with the vitality, the life force of their bodies. A newfound warmth spread in them, causing the both of them to heave a euphoric sigh.
With her wings spread out majestically, Number 3's attention slowly shifted up, towards the clear, light blue skies. The previous, mischievous grin returned to her face as she exclaimed whilst doing the first couple of testing flaps with her sprawled out, majestic-looking, elegant draconic wings.
"The next sonata of our song will take us to the skies! Come Aiden, follow my lead! Let's ascend together, my dear!"
She exclaimed, bending her knees slightly, gathering more and more of her energy into her legs before releasing it all at the same time and jumping high up in the air. Her sudden release kicked off a sizable amount of the dust as her figure flew up towards the skies. At the same time, she began to flap her wings with a fast and powerful rhythm.
Like before her natural talent related to her own body showcased itself once again, her figure stabilized after a couple of attempts whilst still rocketing towards higher altitudes. Before her inertia would have been spent she already managed to get the basics down, and whilst not entirely stable, she could actually keep herself flying, floating at an altitude thrice the height of Roas.
Keeping up with the rhythmic flapping, Number 3 turned her attention down to the ground, looking at the warmly smiling Aiden.
"Stop smiling like an idiot and come to me! Remember to flap those wings, that's what they are for! For now, do not infuse any energy into them, otherwise, you wouldn't learn anything!" She instructed, slipping back to the mentoring mindset instantly.
Aiden didn't mind it at all, however, and focused on copying his Master's actions. He made sure to fully focus and concentrate on her actions from before, causing the system to analyze and record her movements.
He retained his full focus and heightened attention whilst he got into the correct cadence to keep his body in the air. Once she managed, he also smiled as, at the same time, the bell-like sound also rang inside his head.
Even without looking, he knew what he gained, as following the note, information related to the actions entered his mind. He briefly closed his eyes, assimilating, processing the newly gained knowledge at a lightning-fast pace.
When his eyelids fluttered and opened back up again, there was a clear change in his gaze. The uncertainty was gone, washed away, leaving behind nothing but sheer confidence as he looked back at the haughty draconic woman floating high above.
He revealed a smirk, as he followed her previous action and bent his knee as well. His wings still stretched out and sprawled in the air, rising high above his head, only to strike down with a sudden surge of momentum, just at the same time as he kicked his legs off from the ground.
Suddenly, his figure blurred once again, as he shot into the air with a much higher speed than Number 3…
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