Chapter 69: Chapter 70: (Vol 4) Intermission 2: A day off

Several months had passed since Satvik began his training with Urvashi.

*drop~*

Satvik fell to the ground while panting heavily.

Then he looked at Skanda who was resting on his mount.

"Why do I get tired and out of breath even if it's just a dream?" questioned Satvik.

"Because I make it so" replied the God.

Then Satvik looked at him with contempt, which made God sigh while shaking his head.

Then after getting down from his mount he came closer to Satvik and said, "We are training you to fight in the real world and not in dreams."

"What's the use if trained with unlimited mana and stamina here and faint within a few minutes in fights in the real world."

"That's why I keep telling you to train your muscles and increase your stamina in the real world, kid" finished the God with his explanation.

Satvik sat up and sighed while looking at his hand and said, "I don't think it will work, "Dancer Class" are just a support class and not the main dps."

God rolled his eyes after listening to Satvik's mumbling about his game logic from his previous life.

Usually, the dancer class was predominantly used as a supporting character in a party and mainly used with a female character who would additionally use their natural charm as well to maximize the effectiveness of the class.

'A male dancer class?' people would laugh at me.

"Kid, my father destroys the world and everything while dancing. So don't underestimate what you might achieve in the future."

"And, have you forgotten? I'm the 'God of War' I can even train you to kill people with a mere pencil if you want?" said the God with a smug.

Satvik narrowed his gaze while looking at the God. Who doesn't know that reference from one of the best movies he watched in his previous life.

"What? You don't trust me? Let me.." Skanda was stopped by Satvik mid-sentence.

"I'll pass. We can continue our training, Urvashi Di!" Satvik turned around and looked at the Apsara with a smile.

The God didn't like the way he was interrupted mid-sentence. Soon sneer appeared on his face as he looked toward the duo.

"Urvashi, Notch up your charm a little" muttered Skanda with a smug.

After nodding to his command Urvashi released a small amount of the charm she was holding back.

"Ack!" 

 *thud~*

Satvik had gone through several nose bleeds to get used to her charm but as soon as the level was increased slightly, he suffered another nosebleed and passed out again.

"Hahaha, that's what you deserve, brat!" muttered Skanda while poking Satvik with a stick while he was lying in a puddle of his own blood.

Urvashi looked at the God-poking Satvik with a disdain-filled smile.

Then she shook her head and sighed while thinking, 'how can a God million years old, act like a teenager.'

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In an open field, a teenager was seen dancing with divine beauty, without losing his breath.

3 years have passed on since Satvik's training began under the observation of the God of War.

Skanda clapped his together which signaled Satvik and Urvashi to stop.

"Not bad, kid!" he said while walking towards the duo.

"Now for your final test" the deity looked toward Urvashi and nodded.

She bowed and looked towards Satvik and with each passing second let loose the charm she was holding back.

Satvik stared at her with a slight frown. He used all of his willpower to not give in to her charm.

It had only been 43 seconds but Satvik had to bite on his lips so that pain could help him from giving in.

Each second passed like an eternity. However, after 64 seconds Satvik's nose started to leak a few drops of blood.

"71 seconds, that would be around 71%. Not bad, kid" muttered Skanda while looking at the teenager who had his head in the lap of Urvashi while she gently cleaned blood coming from his nose.

Satvik opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Urvashi looking at him with a gentle smile.

Then her lips parted as she started speaking, "I really enjoyed training you, dear Satvik."

After saying that she kissed his forehead and vanished into nothingness.

*whistle~*

Satvik heard Skanda whistle and looked toward him.

"What?" questioned Satvik with a slightly annoyed expression.

"You didn't realize it but you just got blessed by an Apsara," said the God.

"What kind of blessing?" asked Satvik.

"Well she's an Apsara, so she would have granted you blessings regarding 'Charm and fertility' if you ask me," said the God while thinking.

Satvik was still confused and thought, how will her blessings help him anyway.

"Hehe, I guess your dreams of the harem of beautiful ladies will be fulfilled," said Skanda while laughing.

"What?" muttered Satvik in surprise.

He never talked about building a harem to anyone.

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"Don't try to act like a saint in front of me, kid. Your thoughts are not hidden from anyone" replied Skanda.

"Again with mind reading" mumbled Satvik.

"Anyways, jokes aside now you know all the dance arts. Now comes the time to train you to incorporate it in fighting" said Skanda.

Satvik nodded.

"So now I will be the one training you. I hope you're ready and remember, dancing and fighting go well hand in hand" said Skanda.

Satvik nodded. Now he was not restricted by his thoughts that dancers can't fight well.

"So first things first, you have blessings of the Gods of all elements," said Skanda and started snapping his fingers.

With every snap, Satvik's body was surrounded by the aura of different elements.

First, it was fire, then water followed by air, and so on.

"Can you feel them?" asked Skanda.

"Yes, Gurudev" replied Satvik while looking at his hands.

"Good, now you won't be able to use different magic spells like a mage, but you can enhance your body and weapons with different elements."

"As your strength, you can even make weapons of different elements," said Skanda and soon a spear of water appeared in hand.

Satvik looked at the spear with excitement but soon he looked at the God with hesitation.

"Dancers can only use small single-handed weapons. Wasn't this the reason I was granted this class to fight that blessed prophet" muttered Satvik.

"Well, you're right but not completely."

"First of all, he cannot be killed by any assault class or any mage, that was the blessing granted to him. It was never associated with any weapon."

"Secondly..." Skanda moved closer to Satvik and gently flicked his forehead.

Within a few seconds, Satvik acquired knowledge of how to use each and every weapon available to mankind.

"Hehe, my blessings were due as well."

"Now you're capable of using each and every weapon. You are going to be the first person to have a dancer class on Medini."

"No one knows what should be the restrictions of that class and even my father uses 'Trishul', doesn't he? Hahahaha!" Skanda started laughing manically.

[A/N: Trishul is similar to trident]

Satvik sighed after listening to the explanation of the God using loopholes to do as per their liking.

"Well that's what we do, but only for good," said Skanda.

Then the God started to stretch his body and muttered, "Let's start with the fire element, kid"

After listening to his Guru, Satvik tried to envelop his fist with fire and soon non-violent fire enveloped his arms.

Satvik looked at them with a smile and muttered, "I'm ready when you are, Gurudev!"

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Satvik was enjoying his rendezvous with Rias after a long time in his dream.

"Then I think we will have to bid farewell. My master will be popping any moment" he said and leaned toward her and kissed her for one last time.

Rias didn't understand what he was talking about.

Then suddenly Skanda appeared before both of them with a smile and waved at them.

"Yo-ho!!" 

Then Rias vanished from his dream. Satvik looked at Skanda with wide eyes.

"Hey, don't give me that accusatory look. Like you she also needs some blessings as she is your 'other half' isn't she?" said the God with a playful smile.

"Well she's already strong" muttered Satvik.

"Well you are not wrong, but everyone has to play their roles don't they?" asked the God and looked at the horizon.

Then the God sat near the tree while resting his back on the tree.

"Let's take a day off, kid" muttered the God.

Satvik looked at him with surprise. He couldn't remember the number of times he had requested a one or two days break but the God would never listen.

But today he told him to rest.

'Somethings wrong,' thought Satvik.

The God then looked at Satvik and said, "Just take a seat will ya."

Satvik nodded and sat next to the God and then Skanda began to speak.

"You have grown, Satvik. I still remember how I started training a 40-year-old brat" 

Satvik frowned, he knew his soul was older than his real body, but the God shouldn't point it out while calling him a brat.

"But you mortals will always be like kids to us no matter your age."

"Now that I've taught you everything and in a few days you'll turn 18 as well."

"So let's talk about status and skills and what they mean on Medini. You have some ideas about that, don't you?" the God said.

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