Before Amar knew it, 3 weeks have passed. Finishing up with feeding the large tortoise he Likes to call Big Cam, he looks over his base. Arlo and Hamso work together as they push Magnus for a type of strength training. Magnus meanwhile digs his feet into the ground beneath him, doing his best not to be shoved beyond the dirt line not far from him.
Hamsa and willow also train, but in a different way. Hamsa moves about the field as fast as her little legs can take her, barely dodging the vines that sprout from willow. With the attacks that are unavoidable, she retreats into her shell as quick as she can, reducing the chance of getting hit on the limbs or head. Willow on the other hand works endurance, constantly sprouting and wilting the vines created. When she is tired, both tortoises stop to eat strawberries.
Amar hasn't been slacking either. Gathering as many materials as he could, Amar was able to produce 20 regular and 4 crop keratin tortoises. The 20 regular are currently practicing enhanced biting techniques. The weaker ones practice on the word boards will a select few recently have begun to chip away at the rocks Amar gathers.
The crop keratins however have a different purpose. Now part of the recently created resupply rouges, their task is to keep food at the ready for the 5 platoons made. Through trial and error, Amar found that Willow can grow unique energy packed strawberries on its soil like shell. The downside is that Willow will need more water than usual to sustain the strain on its energy. So rather having one tortoise supply an army, he trained these four to use the energy in them to be efficient in distributing the nutrients needed.
Watching as his group train, a sense of accomplishment builds up in Amar's chest. " Those other groups better watch out, for I will survive this war."
As Amar reaffirms his survival, so too does another person in a different land. A young man stands atop a mountain as he gazes into the distance. His attire consists of a red robe and loose pants, a strange choice of fashion in modern times. His black hair is tied into a pony tail, swaying in the wind of the mountains. This man is Long cui, the representative for China.
"Although the environment is not very suitable for us, we still make it work, don't we Shang?" A large serpent wrapped around Long's neck flicks its forked tongue as it looks at him. Long scratches Shang's chin as he turns his attention back to the training ground. A line of snakes all coil in preparation. Then, each lunge at the boulders before them, with different results among them. Some hiss in pain as they had timed their lunge wrong and head butting the boulder. Others one the hit, but only two puncture wounds could be seen on the boulders.
Yet these results pale in comparison to Long's greatest fighter Shang. Seeing his younger kin in need of guidance, Shang slithers off to the training grounds. The trainees bow, having been taught the hard way of who is the boss. Approaching the boulder, Shang coils up like the others have. However, his prominent fangs light up, a sign of using qi, as Long has come to identify it. Shang lunges, his fangs striking true. The boulder crumbles from the impact.
Long begins to walk towards the base, with Shang tailing him, resting for the day. Some of the training snakes retreat to their nests, tired from the day while others remain behind to practice the insights gained.
The divine realm
"Truly a unique way of cultivating spiritual beasts. I am impressed." A golden skinned man says. He has a serene expression on his face and his presence alone could bring peace to even the most rebellious of people. "Lame! When is the war gonna start, huh? I want to see some ACTION!" Unfortunately, the people around him are gods, and Ares, being a war god, was among some of the more volatile ones. Ares was here not only because the energy of wars excites him, but also to see how well these boars will fight under a mortal's command.
"Calm yourself boy. You will get the action you seek soon." Zeus states, tired of his firstborn son's repeated questions. He then turns his his attention back to the so called all father. "I still believe that the Greek will win." Odin strokes his beard as he stared into the distance, a gleam in his eyes. "It is a possibility, however I would not be so sure of that if I were you. Thankfully I am not." "And what is that suppose to mean!?"
As the two god kings dispute with each other, a warrior with four arms sits not far from them. His lower set of arms are polishing his weapons while the upper set holds a plate of food the mortals called 'Samosa'. " Although they have become meeker than the last time I have seen them, their delicacies have only gotten better over time. Shachi would have loved to try these."
The Buddha walks to Indra's side. He sits down as he says, "It is truly marvelous to see love still holds strong in the hearts of some gods." Indra pays no heed as he continues to polish his weapon. A small bug hovers near the two, yet neither give it a second glance. "So who do you believe will win, hmm?" "It is to early to tell, however, I am sure of one thing." Indra points the vajra towards the hovering insect. The weapon begins to spark as power charges in it. A lightning bolt blasts out from the end, striking the creature true. "Ow, it burns!" one of the minor gods in the distance rolls on the ground, a portion of their hand singed, as if it was struck by lightning. "Things are bound to be interesting."