Records of the Weakest Emperor

With the show that occurred in this corridor of the female's dormitory area, how could Christine still have the face to remain?

Amidst the dazed looks of the crowd, she ran away and made her escape.

Calvin stretched his hand out and smacked the Fatty Zachary on his head, "Look at what you have done!" He scolded.

Fatty Zachary awkwardly scratched his head, "Well, well, well. You don't have to be that harsh on me, brother. I only did what I must—support you in your ascension to the stairs of adulthood."

"Stairs of adulthood, my ass!" Calvin rolled his eyes at Fatty Zachary.

"The show's over guys, why the hell are you guys even here for? You a lot sure have the balls to skip the morning routine!"

Calvin swept his gaze across the other newbies and they revealed bitter smiles on their faces.

Fatty Zachary spoke up for them, "The morning routine got canceled for some reason. Instructor Lawrence and Deputy Instructor Eutem got summoned to the 3rd District Branch at the Southern Borough. So we are kind of free today."

"Oh, really?" Calvin raised an eyebrow.

He couldn't believe that a strict and disciplined man like Instructor Lawrence wouldn't leave any instructors before he left these trainees for the Southern Borough.

Fatty Zachary's smile remained on his lips. "Uh, yes. He did leave some instructions to us such as do the entire morning routine even while he's gone but do you really think that we're stupid enough to do that? Since he's gone, why don't we have fun?"

"The Hamlet of Azucar isn't that far from here and I've heard that everything that you want is in that place."

Calvin was intrigued.

"Everything that we want is in there? Is that place some kind of a hub for businesses?"

Calvin asked.

A lecherous look appeared on Fatty Zachary's face, "Yes, it's a hub for 'businesses'. You surely are correct."

"..."

Calvin didn't know what to say.

The female trainees who were obviously near them could hear Fatty Zacharys's look.

Disgust flitted across their faces as they rolled their eyes at Fatty Zachary before leaving.

But even though they were looking at him in disgust, these girls were also planning on paying the Hamlet of Azucar a visit.

After all, they had been stuck here for a week. Going to such a bustling place could be a great change of pace.

The male trainees seemed to agree with Fatty Zachary's mindset though as they flashed each other lascivious smiles.

Calvin was the only one wearing a strange smile on his face.

"I'm not going with you guys." He said.

"What? Why not?" Fatty Zachary stared at Calvin in astonishment, "Wait! I think I can understand. It must be because you want to stay loyal to Christine, am I right?"

"Well, come on now, Calvin. Are you serious? Both of you aren't married, yet so you are allowed to do whatever you want! That includes playing with girls as much as you want!"

Calvin stared at Fatty Zachary with a look that said, 'Are you serious, bro?'

But he didn't voice out his thoughts as he simply stated. "I'm just too busy right now."

"Busy? Busy with wha—" Fatty Zachary was about to ask when he saw the stern look on Calvin's face.

It was obvious that Calvin didn't want to be questioned.

"All right, since that is your decision, then I won't impose on you anymore. We'll be going now, but don't worry. I'll get you some souvenirs."

Fatty Zachary smiled.

He told the others that they would meet at the backdoor on the southern part of the training camp before he walked alongside Calvin and walked towards the male's dormitory area. Climbing up the stairs, both men remained silenced all the way.

Fatty Zachary went to the other side of the corridor, while Calvin walked into his room that he was sharing with Legolas.

But as soon as he opened the doors of his room, his pupils constricted when he saw Christine standing inside the room."

"What are you doing in here?" Calvin asked with a frown.

"Your room sure is bigger than mine, we can do i—train! We can train here together while Legolas is gone." Christine was about to say, 'do it' when she was suddenly reminded of that scene in the female's dormitory area. She was so embarrassed that she exclaimed as she changed her words before directly going into the topic.

"Speaking of Legolas, he told me that he came here for you. Is he going after you or something? In a romantic way?"

Calvin had never been an indecisive man. He went for the jugular and asked.

"Calvin, can you please be more tactless?" Christine sarcastically replied, "Yeah, Legolas is from the noble Aurum family, so it is just right that he persues someone like me who is also from a noble family."

"I see..." Calvin lightly nodded his head. He heard what he wanted to know, so he didn't say anything anymore.

He went for his bed and sat cross-legged. Then, he closed his eyes.

"Oh, that is how you meditate? Interesting, it's the same as how we do it in the family. But wait—why are you meditating?"

"Aren't we supposed to be sparring?"

Calvin opened his eyes, "A sparring or a training? Make up your mind!" He scolded.

Christine pursed her lips. She took a chair and sat on it before continuing, "I am really curious as to why you were able to neutralize Legolas's punch so easily despite the fact that it was executed with the Oriental Fist."

Calvin shrugged, "Do you really want to know?"

Christine almost immediately replied, "Yes! I want to know! Are you going to tell me?"

"All right." Calvin lifted his upper body and asked, "What do you think did I do?"

"You found the weakest link of the Oriental Fist's circulation routes that he was using at that time, and with a poke using you Art of Commanding Wind and Cloud. You successfully neutralized Legolas's attack." Christine confidently replied.

Calvin furrowed his eyebrows, "Commanding Wind and Cloud?"

Christine stared at him in confusion, "Didn't you say that you are practicing the Art of Commanding Wind and Cloud?"

"Oh..." Calvin was suddenly flustered as he swiftly changed the subject, "Your assumptions are good; you have a pretty good imagination. But your theory is too rudimentary. Yes, you're right that I've successfully located the weakest link..."

"But is it really that simple?"

"Martial Arts are similar to steel chains. It is only as strong as its weakest link."

"However, what if none of those chains are weak?"

"Your Martial Arts foundation would be stable?" Christine replied in uncertainty.

"Correct." Calvin smiled, "If that's the case, then will I still be able to neutralize Legolas's attack if his foundation was incredibly stable?"

"Um... Yes?" Christine asked in doubt.

"You don't look confident, eh? Let me just give you the answer. Yes, I will still be able to neutralize Legolas's attack since the Oriental Fist is a unique Martial Art with its core being the nearest to the place where it is being executed. But if my enemy was you—and your foundation was stable. I would still be able to neutralize your attacks!"

"As for the reason why?" Calvin stood up and poked Christine's elbow.

In an instant, a shiver ran down her spine as her entire arm felt numb.

"Hieeek!" She screamed.

The sudden dull pain that washed over her body had surprised her a lot.

"Why did you attack my funny bone like that all of a sudden?" Christine glared at Calvin.

"That is the reason why I will still be able to neutralize your attacks despite your stable foundation. Just like how every human had a funny bone, every Martial Art had their own weaknesses that could only be covered up but never removed."

"But of course, since these are what we consider as weakest links, there are ways that we can protect them and even take advantage of them..."

Calvin smiled and asked, "Circulate your Art of Wind-Chasing for me."

Christine faintly nodded and wind seemed to have appeared in the room out of nowhere.

Her training clothes fluttered in the wind, while Calvin squeezed out a smile on his face.

He stood behind her and stretched both of his hands out.

"I can see that you are mostly using your Art of Wind-Chasing for the sake of fast movements?" Calvin asked.

A blush spread on Christine's face as she trembled and stammered, "H-H-How did you know that?"

"It's pretty obvious." Calvin remained unperturbed.

He stuck a finger out and poked Christine's thigh. "Your Mana's primarily gathering here above your hamstrings, and your calf is also being passively reinforced. This is good if you want to maintain your form when you grow old, but I say it's not a really efficient way to using your Mana. In short, you are wasting your energy."

He traced the body parts that he said with his finger.

Since he was standing behind Christine...

The way he was reaching his hand out from behind made it look like he was intimately hugging her from behind.

Christine's small figure was akin to that of a bunny that had been cornered by a wolf. Her snow-white ears turned red from the embarrassment and as Calvin traced his finger on her sensitive leg, her figure trembled along with each movement he made. But for some reason, Christine wasn't doing anything to stop him.

She glanced at Calvin and noticed that there was a serious look on his face.

It seemed that he was doing his best to teach her.

If she forced him to stop, then wouldn't she look like she was the one having indecent thoughts?

Wouldn't that make Calvin look at her as if she was a dirty girl?

Christine held her emotions back as her long eyelashes fluttered with every trembling of her body.

But Calvin didn't seem to have noticed all of these as he continued, "You are too focused on maintaining this constant supply of Mana, the best way to optimize your usage of Mana is to use them in short bursts. Although that requires a lot of finesse that you have to train for. Also, your foundation is quite stable. But you still have a weakness..."

Calvin's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything that she had as Christine kept on trembling.

"There it is."

Calvin casually said before he lifted Christine's shirt and poked at her Dimples of Venus.

"Ah!" Christine's knees immediately went weak.

The circulation of Mana around her body was immediately forced to a halt.

"Are you okay?" Calvin looked at Christine in worry.

Tears seemed to be welling up her eyelids as she slowly stood up and replied, "I'm fine..."

Her legs were quivering ever so slightly as she supported herself on the nearby wall.

"What the hell happened to you? Was the information I gave really that overwhelming?" Calvin asked in confusion. He couldn't believe that the future Goddess of Blade would make a big deal of the information that he just gave her since she had always been a knowledgeable woman back then.

Wait...

Calvin realized that he had committed a fallacy.

Indeed, the Goddess of Blade in the past was a figure of knowledge and wisdom.

But Christine was still a young lady of the Allana family!

Damn, how did I not realize it...

He facepalmed.

Christine saw the look on Calvin's face and she thought that he had finally realized what he had done to her.

Is he going to apologize?

As expected, Calvin stretched his hand out and said, "I'm sorry about that. I won't give it to you in such an overwhelming manner next time..."

"Your head must've hurt, right? Trying to cope with it."

Christine supported herself with Calvin's hand and said, "It's fine... Just tell me that you are going to do it next time. I'm a young lady of the Allana Martial family, I can endure that much."

Calvin nodded, "Let's not think about training for now. Would you like to eat something? It's about time we eat our breakfast."

"Yeah, let's go out. I wonder if there would be something special in the cafeteria."

"Hey, do you really expect special dishes in the cafeteria? That is like wishing that pigs could fly!" Calvin commented.

"Hahaha, you're right." Christine's bell-like laughter rang out.

The two of them walked out of the room and descended down the stairs.

But while they were walking down, they saw Fatty Zachary leaning on the walls near the stairwell.

He was holding a letter in his hand and tears were flowing down his cheeks!