Black Panther

After the banquet, Altair stayed and discussed the implementation of the "plan" with Uncle Leif for a long time, leaving his uncle's house at ten in the evening.

The basic plan was set. The day after tomorrow, Altair would invite them to participate through a banquet.

The next morning.

In a training room at the Sheffield family's estate, Altair, who had just temporarily finished his "Combat Jujutsu" training, was tidying his clothes when he heard his "Combat Studies Teacher," Anastasia, say from behind him:

"It seems you're about to surpass me in jujutsu combat."

Looking at her teacher, Altair smiled faintly and replied, "I don't feel like I've reached the standard you mentioned yet."

"The main reason you have this illusion is that I knew nothing when we first met, and now I've only just begun to grasp some techniques."

"If you went all out, I don't think I could last long in your hands."

Altair's words didn't change Anastasia's expression. She remained silent as usual. "You've been the longest-lasting and most dedicated among the nobles I've taught."

Hearing this, Altair didn't feel proud. "I'm not learning this to prove anything; it's a personal need. Other people's affairs have nothing to do with me. I only need to know my own needs."

Perhaps it was because of this statement that Anastasia, who was indifferent to everything, looked at him twice more. After those two glances, she crossed her arms and said, "Actually, learning this is meaningless."

"This is no longer the past. No matter how well you learn combat techniques now, they will only be supplementary in the future, just like those cold weapons entering museums to become history. This is the era of firearms."

"Besides, you are a noble, even a 'female' noble, so it's even less necessary."

Listening to Anastasia's words, Altair looked at the weapons displayed on the training room wall, which included swords, greatswords, lances, spears, and more.

Regarding Anastasia's words, he neither denied nor wanted to admit them. It was a commonly accepted fact among ordinary people that hot weapons were stronger than cold weapons, but this world was not ordinary.

Altair slowly walked to the wall and touched the cold weapons. "Teacher Anastasia, I remember you are also an 'Extraordinary,' right? Do you completely agree with what you said?"

"You must have seen High Sequence, or even Demigod, take action. Do you think current technology can deal with such existences?"

"Undeniably, the advent of hot weapons can crush low Sequences. But for those Mid Sequences, if they don't want to fight, they can't be kept. Of course, there's also the possibility that the Mid Sequence has a problem in their head and decides to go head-to-head with the army. As for High Sequences, it requires large-scale deployment of military war machines. Demigods, Angels, these, strictly speaking, are no longer within the human scope..."

"This is only to deal with Extraordinary without special abilities. If you encounter an Extraordinary with bizarre abilities, the advantage of firearms will be greatly reduced, or even non-existent."

Altair's speech did not make Anastasia go easy on him during training. She continued to train him as usual.

When the morning training ended, his body was as if he had just been through a heavy rain, covered in sweat. After showering and changing, he had lunch with Anastasia before seeing her off.

Watching the departing carriage, Altair, who had been thoroughly beaten, breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he had spoken too loudly this morning, and that he had brought suffering upon himself just to show off.

He could feel his whole body aching now. His hands were trembling even while eating. Altair just wanted to return to his room and take a medicinal bath to relieve the pain.

After seeing Anastasia off at noon, Altair returned to his room for a nap. He woke up at two in the afternoon.

Perhaps due to enhanced recovery abilities, after less than two hours of rest, his body had returned to normal. At least his hands were no longer trembling.

Going downstairs, he saw the little maid Vera teasing the "gift from Uncle" that he had brought back yesterday.

This gift was indeed special: a leopard cub with a mutated coat color, a "Black Panther." As its name suggested, it was entirely black, like a big black cat.

As for which category it belonged to, Altair was unsure. It was difficult to determine now as no patterns appeared under the sunlight. It might even be a new species, as who knew how long it had been since the era he was familiar with.

Perhaps it was because the little black panther was newly born, or perhaps it was the innate ability of a "Beast Tamer." As soon as Altair took it out of the cage, it became extremely clingy and wanted to play with him. Last night, it had taken a lot of effort to tire it out so he could rest.

As for whether it had undergone professional training, a leopard the size of a normal house cat, and still a cub, how could it have received professional training?

Perhaps it was because the little maid had been with him for a long time. Now, the little black panther only allowed the two of them to pet it. It would even attack others at times.

Altair really liked this black panther. Because it was still a cub, it looked like a little black bear stealing offerings, making it very lovable.

Since leopards are essentially felines, it possessed most cat-like habits. When he massaged it, it would let out a "hum hum hum" low growl. When it had nothing to do, it liked to find him to give it massages.

As for a name, Altair hadn't thought of one yet. He just called it "Black Panther, Black Panther" for now.

Walking down the stairs, Altair clapped his hands. Hearing the sound, the black panther ran to him and climbed up, hooking his clothes with its claws.

Holding the black panther, Altair walked and said, "It looks like I need to trim your nails regularly. Look, you've torn my clothes."

The black panther in Altair's arms slightly tilted its head and pretended to be foolish, letting out a "hum hum hum" to try and get away with it.

Seeing its appearance, Altair knew it understood what he meant. It seemed he had perfectly inherited the abilities of the "Beast Tamer" potion.

In a few more months, when it grew a bit bigger, he could give it a potion. But thinking about it made him a bit confused about which potion to give it.

Most of the Omniscient Almighty Five Families were out of the question. Spectator Leopard, Sailor Leopard, Knowledge Leopard were simply not suitable.

The Coward Three Families, The Diviner, The Door, The Thief were also not suitable.

Mother Nest, Demon, Order, Fate, these were not great either.

Only some paths within Time-Space Unifier and Natural Disaster could be considered.