Arts of Darkness

Way of the Shadow
In the following days Victor had introduced Morgan to the rest of his family; his daughter, Maria, and his wife Vanessa. Vanessa was thrilled, saying she'd love for someone their daughter to bond with. As Maria was excited to have someone her age to bond with the young Dragon Slayer was soon taken in by her. Being somewhat a "taught at home" Mage, Maria instilled some of what she learned by her own father as well as various people her father had taken in as guests in their home. Wanting to be an amazing Wizard herself someday her marvelling at Morgan's talents as a Dragon Slayer were nothing short of fangirlish as she had delved much into the history books surrounding the nearly mythological roots.

After a single week of simply establishing herself into the life as an Alexander, one of which Victor had taken care of the legalities of keeping the girl in his custody, he started her first day of training. Taking her to a room made mostly of surprisingly resilient paper flooring infused with a barrier magic that was similarly aligned into the lacquered wall and arched ceiling with a skylight. It was bare bones with no sign of padding or anything else. Everything seemed practically old fashioned when one would view this form of practice room in comparison to other Guild practice halls.

Joined with him would be the ever-present Diana while Maria would watch in fascination of what would occur. Making sure to give Morgan a black colored silk gi with a white obi belt while he wore a dark crimson gi with a golden colored obi he led her to the center of the mat.

"Alright, Morgan," Victor rang out, more as an authoritative figure and less of a father he had been treating his newly adopted daughter. Turning on his heel he addressed her from a distance of five meters, placing one foot in front of the other, raising one hand readied while other was kept folded be hind his back. "I want you to try and hit me. It doesn't matter if you use raw force or Magic. I want you to try and land a solid blow on my body."

"Do your best, Morgan!" Maria cried out from afar, dressed in her own white gi and black obi, while Diana was dressed in a black gi of her own with a mirroring obi similar to Morgan's. She simply smiled and leaned against the training room's wall, knowing undoubtedly what was to come form this training exercise.