Leviathan Hunter

'It was three years ago when I first saw the the 4th curse bearer. A average hardworking man from a fallen country across the horizon. A innocent blacksmith caught under the cross fire of Pierre's curse. 

'He wasn't aware of the immense power he wielded the ability to call back the dead nor knowledge of the previous curse bearers. continuously hammering metal in his workshop he was careless and oblivious of what was to come. 

one day enemies from another place came and ravaged down his hometown. Houses and screaming people swallowed up by a traumatic flame that reeked havoc across the grassland and port. 

Trying to protect the locals he gave them weapons to protect themselves, only soon to realize they were getting slaughtered one by one by the masses of enemies. 

During his last moment, trying to protect a young boy he was supposed to die by the swing of an axe against his back. But that was when it happened, his vessel activated in a surge survival instincts and his body got reinforced with hardened black scales. Despite the fact he awakened his vessel late... he died shortly after realizing he possessed the curse.

***

Snapping out of it Solan launched his next attack. His spear head pointed right at her face before dropping it purposely in a feint. His hand creating a layer of black hardened exo-skeleton. 

"...Oh my? Is that your vessel?"

Samira grinned widely before ducking under his threatful attack, piercing straight towards his chest.

--Ding!--

Trying to pierce her sword bounced right back. realizing that Solan had used his mysterious vessel to shield himself from her attack. 

'I have a certain control of the reinforcement skill... I can scatter my resurgence vessel throughout my blood... Giving my entire body light protection from any attack. If I focus on one part specifically I can hardened it to the max limit creating the plated armor I saw in my last vision'

Countering with a overhand from above Samira was barely able to react to the speeding meteorite coming at her. 

"Tch!" 

She blocked it just barely and went flying, stabbing the sand beneath to slow her down she got her footing and balance back. But turning to where Solan was supposed to be, he was just a few meters away charging her with another smashing attack.

"...W-What the-!" 

She dodged just barely and used her sword to slash his hand only to realize he had already hardened it making her attack completely worthless. 

She backed fast, trying to make a gap. But seeing that Solan was charging her once again with his reinforced hands her sword glowed in blue above the ice layered edge. 

"Borealis! Winter castle!" 

En masse of tall ice unshaped needles appeared from the ground in the blink of an eye. Sending a shock amongst the spectators who were watching, some who tripped backwards in horror and other watching awe.

They couldn't process what had just happened except the fact that the air was chilling and cold. 

'Samira's Vessel: Or better known as the legendary vessel Borealis, one of the first vessels discovered by founder of the Kritanta household. It was a elder leviathan given the name "Borealis" living up in the northern continent glaciers where the borealis shined the brightest under the stars as said given then name. 

Samira stood elegantly under the snowflakes falling down from her ice attack. 

"...I wonder if it managed to stop him-":

--Smash!--

Just as she had thought she had stopped his brutal series of attack the needles of ice were shattered before her.. Solan speedingly charged through the ice wall, with visible bleeding wounds across his body from the previous attack. 

"...Take this!" Solan shouted with a overly proud smile. 

"C-Crap!" 

'I'm not strong enough to reinforce my entire body with the reinforcement ability. But with my willpower I'll end this battle here and now!"

Just as he was about to get close enough obliterate her face he was stopped immediately before he could get any closer.

"H-Huh?" Solan was confused and annoyed. Looking up at whoever had stopped his attack it was no one but admiral Benedict himself. His hand was tense, the veins in his hand almost like it was going to explode. 

"...Lets stop the battle....". he told before shouting out so everyone could hear.

"The winner of the duel is Solan!" 

Solan lowered his hand from his grip, he was slightly annoyed at the result but there were no helping it. 

"Hell yeah! The Lighting division won!" The fellow members shouted out, jumping and dancing for Solan's victory. 

Sarah who was watched the loud scenery unfold could see the annoyance in Solan's face but huffed, amused by his childish behavior. 

Solan turned to where his damaged helmet was and picked it up from the ground. Sand sliding down from the inner parts.

"...Its broken...". 

"Solan~". The distorted voices started coursing in his mind. His head feeling like it would go insane any moment.

Shrugging it off he turned to Sarah before telling her

"...I'll return to my ship, I have wounds to tend to master...". He told before walking off back to the port. 

Fehler spoke with a smirk "Heh, That kid looks pissed...". 

***

Benedict turned to Samira who was still standing at the same place. 

"..Are you alright Samira?" 

Samira was silent, her face darkened like she had seen a ghost. Benedict took note of her slightly shaking hand. It seemed she was a bit angry? or even scared?

"...What the hell was that...". Samira thought to herself.

'Right before he was about to attack... I could hear loud voices screaming into my ears, similar to the screeching of the deepest level of hell, It felt like my mind was going completely insane, I was the only one who heard it. Solan's vessel is so mysterious... Hehe, only the more reasons to get closer to him' She smirked afterwards.

***

Solan Returned to his comfortable cabin room after attending the medics. Letting out a breath of relief he sat down on the soft cushion beneath, feeling it slightly bouncing texture. He got a behold of his cracked helmet, the mechanism completely destroyed due to Samira's heavy blow from before.

Taking off his formal attire, Under the formal clothing he wore a black shirt and baggy pants, tight around the waist but more lose under the kneecap-area. 

"...Huff....".

Solan sighed, he was sore from Samira's match, her powerful ice attacks had left an big impact on his physical body. But knowing how his vessel functioned his wounds would heal in a few days time. 

He dropped to the bed with his back first, fatigued and letting out another huff. 

"...I'm so tired....". 

His eyes slowly dozed off, everything turning dark as it was about he got his sleep. 

***

(Soldat's research facility)

"Sir Trevon!" 

A man dressed in a white coat rushed opening a door, seemingly in a hurry sweat dripping from his face, panting heavily like he almost had ran a marathon with no breaks.

A familiar man sitting across an office room, a table where the man's usually put his paperwork. Leviathan slayers attached the to the office walls where one could pick it up or leave it there.

"...What is it?" Trevon turned around watching the tired man leaning into the door frame barely able to stand. 

"We finished our experiment! And it works!" 

"...Are you talking about Solan's request for a Leviathan armor?" 

"...Yes! and it works just as he said it would!"

Trevon rose from his seat, dropping his papers work he walked through the facility's corridor. Eventually he arrived in one of the further basements where serval researchers were gathered conversing with each other. The room was purely white with desks here and there stacked with papers and tools.

Trevon's raised his brow, in slight surprise seeing the scene. On top of the white cube like-desk in the middle of the room rested a sword blade on top of the silver carpet beneath. It was radiating a emerald like color, giving off an mysterious sensation almost like the blade itself was cursed. 

"...Is this is?". Trevon asked curious approaching it closer.

"..Yes, as Solan requested... We tried imbued his own blood into the sword". One of the researchers said approaching Trevon's side. 

"...At first, we were sceptic too how it worked, but by having traditional blacksmiths empty the glasses of Solan's blood on it constantly the steel seemed to actually absorb it...".

"...Absorb it?" was Trevon's first thought.

How was that even possible? the red liquid would just slide off the metal but it absorbed it? He remembered 2 years ago when Solan visited the facility, enlighten them with his absurd idea of giving his own blood for them to use for future Leviathan-Slayers. But despite that somehow it worked and now the blade possessed... Leviathan slayer's abilities?

"...What's of the sword?" he turned his gaze back to the cursed blade. 

"...We used our tester, our machine indicates that the blade currently possess a high aptitude for vessel containment...".

"So hes saying that instead of our long manufacturing, having Solan's blood absorbed could make... a Leviathan-slayer just like that?". Trevon thought to himself before he got excited, there seemed to be a lot of more research to be done with the discovery of blood absorption. 

"...The Vessel of resurgence, the ability to resurrect the dead... It feels like there's more to it then Solan admits...". Trevon contemplated to himself before then said.

"...Continue, this time... try to make a weapon out of the leviathans part we have in storage!". He said getting serious, the researchers scattered like flies and got to work immediately.

Trevon turned to the blade before silently staring at it.

"..Solan... Just what horrifying abilities are you hiding...".