Three Months of Hell, Culture, Power, and Becoming Mu.”

  The Isles of Mu greeted the six outsiders with sun-glazed marble, towering hybrid silhouettes, and the deep, soothing hum of pure Pillar Essence drifting through the air.

  To Tii, this was simply home.

  To everyone else, this was an entirely different world—holy, terrifying, isolated, and alive.

  Renis kept staring at the hybrid Beastmen giants walking around like normal citizens.

  Grav whispered:

  “Bro… they’re huge.”

  Alyndra:

  “They’re beautiful.”

  Lat:

  “…Are we gonna die?”

  Selris:

  “…Probably.”

  Tii cracked his usual nonchalant smile.

  “Relax. You’ll die later. Training first.”

  They didn’t know whether he was joking.

  They never did.

  The Mu Isles were separated into four main elemental lands:

  ? Earthlands — stone valleys and wrestling pits

  ? Firelands — volcanic rings and impact caverns

  ? Waterlands — terraces of crystalline lakes and flowing martial platforms

  ? Mu Forest — the holy Beast-taming grounds

  Tii wasted no time.

  He pointed at each student.

  “Alright. Time for serious business. No whining. No running.

  If you quit, I’ll tell Pryde.”

  Lat and Selris both froze instantly.

  1. GRAV — Firelands Training

  Master Roger: The Boxing Legend of Mu

  The Firelands were scorched red earth, fire vents hissing, and heatwaves distorting the air.

  Tii dragged Grav by the collar.

  “You like boxing? You’re gonna hate boxing now.”

  Waiting atop a cracked obsidian pillar was a towering Kangaroo/Turtle hybrid—broad-shelled back, heavy tail, fists wrapped in stone tape.

  His name was Roger, known across Mu as a multi-time champion of Fire Mu Boxing.

  Roger didn’t wave.

  Didn’t smile.

  Just nodded.

  Tii shoved Grav forward:

  “Roger. This one’s yours. Break him. Fix him. Break him again.”

  Roger responded in a gravelly voice:

  “Show me your stance, dwarf boy.”

  Grav squared up.

  Roger punched him once.

  Grav woke up an hour later.

  Training began.

  And so did hell.

  2. ALYNDRA — Waterlands Training

  Master Daily: The Gentle Mu Matriarch

  The Waterlands shimmered with blue terraces, waterfalls that curved like silk, and floating platforms made of condensed water essence.

  A serene Lizard/Swan Beastwoman stood barefoot on a moving water platform, her posture perfect, aura calm.

  Her name was Daily, the greatest Gentle Mu practitioner alive.

  Alyndra bowed awkwardly.

  Daily smiled kindly.

  “Your fingers are tense. Your breathing is dishonest. Your heart is too hard. Come—step into the water.”

  She stepped onto liquid surface like it was marble.

  Alyndra tried.

  She sank instantly.

  Daily:

  “Good. We have work to do.”

  Her training became poetry and torture combined.

  3. RENIS — Earthlands Training

  Master Thor: The Beast of Holds

  The valleys of Earth Mu were rings of stone platforms, grappling pits, and caves carved by generations of beast wrestlers.

  A gigantic Panda/Ox hybrid sat meditating, arms like boulders, presence calm but crushing.

  This was Thor, the Hold of Mu prodigy.

  Tii whispered to Renis:

  “He’s gentle. Until he grabs you.”

  Thor rumbled:

  “Human elf. Attack me.”

  Renis swung—

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  Thor caught him mid-strike, gently placed him on the ground—

  Then slammed him into the earth so hard the shockwave echoed across the valley.

  Renis coughed dust.

  Thor nodded.

  “Good. Again.”

  4. LAT & SELRIS — Delivered to Pryde & Seasta

  Tii marched the two nobles to his old home.

  Neither dared speak.

  He knocked.

  The door opened.

  Pryde Alpha’leo stood in the doorway.

  Silent.

  Emotionless.

  Lion-wolf hybrid aura vibrating the air.

  Eyes sharp enough to split bone.

  Lat and Selris nearly fainted.

  Pryde stared at them like they barely existed.

  “What.”

  Selris tried to bow but stumbled.

  Lat squeaked:

  “W-we’re here f-for—”

  Tii shoved a folded note into Pryde’s hand.

  Inside it read:

  “Make them warriors. They’re blank canvases.

  They suck. Fix them.

  – Tii”

  Pryde scoffed.

  “Enter.”

  Seasta appeared behind him—warm smile, terrifying magic pressure that made the nobles’ knees buckle.

  “Oh, training guests! Pryde, be nice.”

  Pryde:

  “No.”

  They entered the house.

  The door closed.

  Every hybrid Beastman walking outside paused, hearing screams begin almost immediately.

  Tii dusted his hands.

  “They’ll be fine.”

  He vanished to continue his own training.

  THREE MONTHS OF HELL

  Grav (Firelands):

  ? Fists turned to steel

  ? Learned the MU “Fury Line” and “Volcanic Pivot”

  ? Body conditioned until punches cracked stone

  Alyndra (Waterlands):

  ? Perfect pressure point control

  ? Could redirect force five times her weight

  ? Learned “Soft Torrent Step” and “Serpent Palm”

  Renis (Earthlands):

  ? Mastered ground control

  ? Learned “Eight Lock Sequence of Mu”

  ? Could stop a charging bull with perfect leverage

  Lat & Selris (Pryde & Seasta’s training):

  They lived through:

  ? daily sparring with Pryde

  ? magic refinement with Seasta

  ? Mu conditioning

  ? hybrid-level discipline

  ? humility drills

  ? essence meditation

  ? “don’t die” lessons

  They emerged:

  ? disciplined

  ? respectful

  ? deadly

  ? 1,000% more humble

  ? terrified of Pryde

  ? infatuated with Seasta’s elegance

  ? completely changed

  They were no longer spoiled nobles.

  They were Mu-trained elite.

  FINAL TEST — Enter the MU FOREST

  At the end of three months, Tii gathered all five students.

  “Graduation time.

  Choose a beast.

  Tame it.

  Or it kills you.”

  Lat swallowed hard.

  Selris whispered:

  “This is… normal?”

  Renis:

  “For Mu? Yes.”

  Alyndra:

  “Try not to die.”

  Grav cracked his knuckles:

  “This is gonna be fun!”

  They entered the Mu Forest—holy ground of Beast taming.

  They fought.

  They bled.

  They raced through vines, dodged Titan Beast tracks, stalked their chosen beasts for days, and used the ancient Mu language, combined with bare-handed combat, traps, wit, and endurance.

  One by one—

  They each bonded with a beast.

  ? Renis tamed a forest wind-stag

  ? Alyndra bonded with a sapphire river serpent

  ? Grav captured a volcanic ember boar

  ? Lat formed a pact with a silver-skull owl

  ? Selris tamed a phantom fox

  Each beast etched a tattoo into their skin.

  They emerged from the forest—

  Stronger.

  Sharper.

  Reborn in Mu tradition.

  Tii smirked at them proudly.

  “Congrats.

  You’re Mu now.”

  They had no idea what that truly meant.

  But they would.

  The ocean breeze hit them the moment the Isle fog parted.

  For Renis, Alyndra, Grav, Lat, and Selris—

  it felt like leaving heaven.

  For Tii—

  it felt like walking back into the battlefield of the outerworld.

  He flipped open his ID card, the Mu seal shimmering.

  Nyx’s eyes glowed in Tii’s shadow.

  Rai’ten circled above, wings crackling with faint lightning pulses.

  Tii cracked his neck.

  “Alright. Into the Bond Realm.

  Beasts need to meet their new idiots.”

  One by one they stepped into Tii’s shadow and materialized within the Bond Realm—

  a vast night-sky world with floating islands of elemental terrain, shimmering essence rivers, and a single ancient tree acting as the realm’s heart.

  Their beasts materialized before them—silent, enormous, sacred.

  Renis — Wind Stag → “AERLUX”

  Silver antlers shaped like crescent moons, wind spirals forming around each hoof.

  Alyndra — River Serpent → “MIRAVAE”

  Long sapphire body, frills like shimmering water petals, eyes calm but piercing.

  Grav — Ember Boar → “BRONFIRE”

  Molten cracks along its hide, heat haze rising from its fur, tusks glowing orange.

  Lat — Silver-Skull Owl → “SKAR’LUM”

  Ghost-white feathers, metallic skull mask, eerie silent flight.

  Selris — Phantom Fox → “NOXARA”

  Shadow-fur shifting like smoke, six tails, eyes glowing purple with mirage magic.

  Nyx walked between them proudly.

  Rai’ten perched high above, feathers sparking faint blue.

  Tii folded his arms.

  “Learn their strengths.

  Learn their flaws.

  And if you treat them wrong—

  they’ll eat you.”

  Training began instantly.

  ? Aerlux taught Renis wind reinforcement footwork.

  ? Miravae showed Alyndra pressure-reading through water flow.

  ? Bronfire drilled Grav with volcanic endurance bursts.

  ? Skar’lum conditioned Lat’s perception & silent tracking.

  ? Noxara trained Selris in illusion displacement & ambush timing.

  Three hours?

  No.

  Three days went by in Bond Realm time.

  When Tii pulled them out—

  They opened their eyes…

  And saw a massive silhouette approaching through the fog.

  A colossal pirate warship loomed across the sea, engines roaring, armor coated in black steel.

  Tii didn’t even blink.

  “I swear this world recycles enemies.

  Alright. Stay quiet.”

  He tapped the helm of his upgraded vessel.

  Tii’s Mu Vessel — Now Reforged

  ? Stealth Mode – complete optical blackout

  ? Flight Mode – fold-out essence engines

  ? Land Mode – retractable tread wheels

  ? Essence Dampener – hides all signatures

  ? Conduction Shell – lightning-proof hull (Rai’ten’s gift)

  Everyone stared.

  Selris whispered:

  “...Your boat is a mech.”

  Grav:

  “This is unfair and I love it.”

  Tii shrugged.

  “I got bored.”

  The Mu vessel slid underneath the warship’s hull like a drifting shadow.

  Tii lifted a finger.

  “Don’t be fancy.

  Don’t show off.

  Just kill clean.”

  Renis, Grav, Alyndra, Lat, and Selris nodded—calm, controlled, not the same kids they once were.

  They infiltrated silently:

  ? Throats opened like fruit peels

  ? Arteries popped with quiet sprays

  ? Necks twisted with gentle snaps

  ? Hearts pierced cleanly in perfect sequences

  ? Bodies dropped without a breath of sound

  Twenty minutes later—

  The deck was a field of corpses.

  Not brutal.

  Not savage.

  Just efficient.

  Mu-style efficiency.

  Tii reappeared behind them, unfazed, wiping blood from his sleeve.

  “Good warmup.

  Captain’s mine.”

  Tii rose from the captain’s shadow like a demon-shaped whisper.

  The captain barked orders into a comm-stone:

  “Shipment arrives tonight—children from the northern villages.

  Pay triple for the young ones. The buyer is—”

  Snap.

  Tii twisted his neck clean off.

  Not angrily.

  Not loudly.

  Just decisively.

  He met the others on deck.

  They sensed his aura—

  cold, dropping, horrifying.

  Alyndra:

  “Tii… what happened?”

  He looked up, eyes narrow.

  “They’re trafficking kids.”

  The air went still.

  Renis clenched his fists.

  Grav shook with rage.

  Lat and Selris burned with righteous fury.

  Tii exhaled slowly.

  “We end this.”

  They used Skar’lum’s vision and Noxara’s illusions to scout ahead.

  The orphans—Gadget, Ly’sia, Mira, and Gu’rok—received the children at Tii’s request.

  Rai’ten and Nyx relayed updates through Bond Echo.

  The buyer was confirmed.

  A noble.

  A collector.

  An underground figure with connections too deep to ignore.

  Tii stopped walking.

  His tone was flat.

  “He dies today.”

  Alyndra:

  “Where is he?”

  Rai’ten screeched from above:

  “Four kilometers north. Stone villa. Reinforced outer walls.”

  Grav:

  “What’s the plan?”

  Tii lifted his staff.

  It elongated—

  extended—

  curved—

  and transformed into a massive obsidian great-scythe, the blade growing with swirling essence lines.

  Tii reached his hand toward the sky.

  Wind began gathering.

  Lightning coiled.

  Earth groaned beneath them.

  Atmosphere warped.

  Even the water around them pulled upward.

  Renis gulped:

  “Tii… that’s too much essence—”

  Alyndra whispered:

  “I’ve never felt pressure like this…”

  Lat trembled:

  “This isn’t human…”

  Selris stared wide-eyed:

  “Is he trying to erase the mountain?”

  Nyx smirked in Tii’s shadow.

  Rai’ten perched on his shoulder.

  Together, they whispered:

  “New technique… nearly ready…”

  Tii grounded his feet.

  The air cracked into spiraling storms.

  His voice echoed:

  “STORM STYLE—

  BEAST…

  SEVER…

  HURRICANE!!”

  He swung the scythe.

  The world tore open.

  A beam of slicing wind blasted forth—

  not 10 km wide like before—

  but 20 km—

  Shredding everything:

  ? the villa

  ? the walls

  ? the forest

  ? the mountain behind it

  ? the entire trafficking compound

  Reduced to nothing but powdered dust.

  Silence.

  Then Tii exhaled.

  A clean kill.

  Not a single survivor.

  Not a single trace.

  Alyndra stepped back.

  Grav whispered:

  “He doubled it… he actually doubled the range…”

  Renis:

  “…He’s a monster.”

  Selris:

  “…No…

  He’s Mu.”

  Nyx chuckled from the shadow.

  Rai’ten’s feathers sparked with pride.

  Tii finally turned to them, a small grin appearing.

  “Next time?

  We go bigger.”