Grant stopped talking about such a difficult situation, and instead turned to talk to the young ork demon.

  "So have you familiarized yourself with the technique?" Grant asked and the boy nodded.

  "It's very comfortable to practice. Natural. The energy flows so smoothly. He also feels the same." The boy , and the ignystro nodded, its stubby tail wagging in agreement.

  "Is that so? Good to hear. Never used it myself. I'm not of the monster race so this techniques never been of much use to me, but I'm sure glad I borrowed it.

  By the way, thought up any names for the little fella? " Grant asked and Devis paused, clearly hesitant.

  "I'm not very good at naming." He admitted honestly.

  "Even so, you should be the one to name it. Don't you remember what one of the most important points in the introduction to beast taming was?"

  Devis was able to quickly state it from memory. "ONe of the most important things is the bond between beast master and beast. WIthout it, both the beastmaster and his partner are weaker separately."

  Grant nodded. "As a monster yourself, this weakness decreases significantly, but not completely. Currently, you're stronger than your partner, but this may not always be the case. Even when the skarpan line becomes the highest form, the oni, its physical body is incomparable to the hellspino in pure power.

  Anyway, my point is that naming is important. The naming of your own partner helps establish the bond, in an irreversible and vital way.

  You will forever be the person who named them. They will never forget that.

  And neither will you.

  So you do need to name them. Just try your best. You ca always rename them in the future one day, if you feel the name no longer fits or if he dislikes it.

  But in this moment, when the contract is established, a bond is set in stone, the perfect opportunity to seal it is now." Grant firmly encouraged him, and emphasized its importance. For many beast tamers, their first bond is their most special, and must be treated as the occasion it is.

  Otherwise you do a disservice to both master and partner.

  Devis thought about it for a long time, seriously contemplating it.

  "Flame. Their name is Flame" Devis said

  A simple name from a simple boy.

  Yet it fit perfectly.

  Whe the name was said, the small Ignystro wagged its tail even faster, fast enough that a small breeze could be felt, and a strong wave of joy at having been given a name was transmitted into the boy's mind.

  Grant nodded. "Good.Now tell me, what skills does he have currently?"

  Devis paused as he mentally passed the question on, attempting to understand the skills conveyed by the mind of the ignystro.

  This was in part a test for the boy.

  With the skill appraisal, nothing was hidden from Grant so naturally he knew the skills.

  But communication with one's pet is of vital importance and a skill that needed to be developed.

  A quick look had shown him that this newborn ignystro had a surprisingly developed mind. Not completely mature, bt developed enough that it should have no problem conveying its racial skills.

  Racial skills are innate to a monster, inscribed in their blood and as natural to them as breathing.

  Devis didn't actually have any, as his half blood status being part monster and part daemon had actually caused the inheritances to cancel out.

  Richard could choose to suppress one side and grant the others skills, but he felt that should be up to the boy to choose once he was older so that was put to the side for now. With that notion in mind, being a beastmaster was actually quite appropriate at the moment.

  Devis focused, trying to understand the series of images going through his mind, to better process them.

  The first one was not a violent skill, but a herbivorous one, as he watched a series of images showing a n ignystro activate the skill, sniffing the air before heading a certain direction and discovering a spiritual plant.

  The textbooks had already explained this. Young beasts often express the skills they've seen in their minds as a series of images; it was the job of researchers to classify and label these skills accordingly, attaching common racial skills to certain creatures.

  For new, previously undiscovered creatures, it was the tamers job to attempt to eek out all skills their partner had. Sometimes this had the drawback of their master not discovering all the skills n the slurry of images.

  This one was a common one amongst some herbivorous creatures as well as plant spirits: Minor fortune.

  Minor fortune refers to a creatures ability to detect things of benefit to them through sensory means. It's called minor fortune since if practived to a higher level, it can evolve into major fortune and allow the monster to not only discover things presently beneficial to them but things that will benefit them.

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  The dubao treasure hunting rat has a luck derived version known as heavenly fortune: capable of finding all good things in the area, no matter how valuable because of the rats great luck.

  While a basic skill, minor fortune is not a useless skill, and on the contrary, a great benefit. While all creatures can sense out things good for them, minor fortune not only increases their sensitivity, but also increases their range and ability to sense hidden good things.

  Devis noted this one down.

  The next series of images was easy enough as he watched the small lizard ram its head into an attacking elemental.

  Headbutt. A basic move, as was the bite. Not surprising, all creatures have these innate skills.

  The next skill was more unique, watching as the creature turned into a small wisp of flames, easily blending into the environment of fire and brimstone.

  This skill could be camouflage, or it could be flame transformation. It was hard to tell the nature of the transformation unless he saw it in person. Either way, both were beneficial skills.

  Up until this point, all of these had been basic simple herbivorous skills.

  Devis was not surprised by the lack of flame skills and the presence of physical skills. This creature was born in the realm of Muspelheim, where most of its inhabitants were of the fire type. As a herbivore seeking to protect itself, why would it practice a fire type attack, which wouldn't be enough to fend off a fire type predator?

  That is the benefit of a beast tamer, who can push a monster's potential to the fullest, and teach it moves that a monster couldn't learn on its own.

  But the last one... wasn't a skill.

  It was a memory.

  A terrifying vision flashed through his mind, so out of his comprehension that Grant had to put his hand on the boy's shoulder and stabilize him.

  The sheer presence of these beings was like a mountain bearing down on him, but he watched anyway. He knew that this vision was of great benefit to him.

  This ignystro managed to snatch a drop of blood from surtr. Such inheritances are often incomplete, since ultimately they are not intentionally passed down, and must be stimulated to connect to the inheritance.

  One of the greatest benefits however, is the memory left behind the drop of blood, the moment in which the blood left the body,

  Such instances are often memories of war, where the blood was shed, and although no direct skills were passed on, if a beast can make something of a skill, the memory will be a great harvest.

  It was a battle of titanic proportions.

  A giant of flames, that ade Devis' body overheat just staring at it. Like staring at the sun itself, it's mere presence made him uncomfortable.

  It dragged a sword behind it, the sword leaving a trail of destruction wherever it went. If looking at the giant was looking at the sun itself, then looking at the pitch black blade was like staring at destruction. Looking at it made him cold, a bone chilling sensation, as fear of it, fear of the end paralyzed him.

  He could feel the presence of his beast tamer as well, a overwhelming sense of fear.

  Before this, the ignystro ignored the memory, for it was a horrifying memory to recall, one that would cause it to tremble and be stuck in place, paralyzed by fear.

  THe primordial king of flames wasn't alone. Across from him was an eastern man.

  A normal sized, broad chested middle aged man. A sense of glee could be seen on his face, fearless in the face of such a terrible thing, loosely draped in clothing. And all he had was an axe.

  A bare, basic stone axe.

  Yet despite all this, despite looking like the sort of man you'd encounter in a village, he had a presence. An indomitable essence, imposing, and overwhelming, as if facing power itself.

  And the giant... was bleeding.

  Surtr was bleeding. In front of a mere man, the primordial god was bleeding.

  He wasn't the only one, for the middle aged man was also clearly bleeding drops of gold, yet the disparity in size exaggerated the pain of Surtr.

  COME AGAIN! The lord of the end bellowed as he swing the sword once more.

  IF YOU INSIST! THe man responded stepping forward and growing until he reached the same size as the giant god, swinging his stone axe as if chopping wood.

  Yet as he did so, a terrifying aura emitted from the man. An aura of power.

  If the sword chilled him and made him feel as if he were facing the end, then the axe and the man felt like power itself. Overwhelming and fierce, it was the power of an apex predator revealed before mere ants.

  The crossing of weapons caused an eruption of power as the aftershock caused all the fiery lands to crumble to dust and fall apart.

  WIth each swing the woodcutter slashed, the world itself decomposed into wind and fire.

  SUrtr was not to be outdone. WIth every slash he made, it felt as if the world itself was crumbling.

  Before he could finish watching the fight, the memory faded, ending abruptly.

  But it was enough. More than enough.

  Even though he couldnt tell what it was, he could tell there was something profound about what the two of them had done.

  He already knew he couldn't understand it now.

  But it was setting a goal for him, something to look forward to.

  Something to aim for.

  Turning to his master, he explained the moves to the best of his ability.

  Those moves were as Grant had expected.

  That was the beauty of a beast tamer. What the monster could not learn on its own, it could borrow the power of civilization to learn.

  In this way, many evolutionary lines that require certain conditions are held by humans, who can record and repeat these kind of evolutions, unlike wild monsters who may not be able to gather the records or materials necessary, relying on chance.

  The ignystro itself wasn't a strong monster, and few ever evolved. It's when it evolved the value would be revealed. As of now, teaching would help it become a more useful first tame.

  But what he hadn't realized was that the blood would hold the memory of Surtr fighting Pangu.

  He had expected perhaps Ymir or Ra, other 6th level beings.

  To say he had made a profit would be an underestimation.

  Among the 6th level beings that he knew, perhaps only Pangu could truly force an old hat like Surtr to bring out more strength.

  Surtr and Ymir are two elementals who have been around since the age of dinosaurs. Despite being quite basics in linguistics, both Ymir and Surtr are terrifying fighters with eons of experience.

  Pangu could be considered a genius of human kind. Most 6th level beings are creatures that precede humanities existence.

  He practices the law of force, a law of the medium level. But the man is stubborn, and insists that force is a top level law, and in the hands of Pangu, it is.

  It's not that the law of force is strong, but that among 6th level practitioners, Pangu is strong. Though given that he can force his way to compete with top laws like time, space, creation and destruction, perhaps that could be considered the specialty of force in of itself.

  If something does not fit, then force it to fit!

  Grant turned to his student. "You've hit a jackpot this time kid! This one memory contains traces of the laws of destiny, force, and fire. IF you can comprehend something from this one day, it'll be a huge harvest!"

  Devis nodded excitedly. Those memories were enough to shake his world now, and his master's words were enough to show how valuable they were.

  Before they could continue however, a small alarm went off in his back pocket.

  "Hmm?" Grant looked at the alarm that the guildmaster had given him previously so that he could contact him when he wasn't available.

  The guildmaster couldn't find his secret realm, so naturally Grant had to give him a way to be contacted.

  Grant turned it on.

  "Yyyyeeeeessssss!?" He said exxageratedly, and for a moment silence ensued.

  '... Can't you just respond to a call normally?'

  "No. That's boring." Grant said firmly.

  'Fine. Do you mind coming out? Something big has happened!' The guildmaster said with clear urgency, which made him quite curious.

  "What happened?"

  'the crown prince has been poisoned!'

  Hearing this, Grant was finally serious.

  Some serious business had come to his doorstep.