Bahamut was practising as usual near the stream, going through different hybrid combinations to get the hang of it before adding more. It had been four days now, and he had gotten a very good hang of it. It wasn't perfect, and he knew that it was very far from perfection, but at least he could change faster than before.
The sound of the stream in the background was like soothing music as he practised his hybrid combinations. He could also feel that he was getting stronger and stronger, and his circles had begun their final rotation. After that rotation, he will be officially Tier 2, but there was a catch. The circle for most rotated only once because of their element. But he had six, which meant that his circle had six rotations to complete before he would become a Tier 2 and start forming his elemental core.
The air trembled faintly with each punch Bahamut threw. His fists blurred as they cut through the air, sharp and precise, each strike carrying a layered force behind it.
