Training ( Main Story )

As the Atmorian Immigration continued, on the Stormcloak's boat.

Since he was in public, MIraak stopped training in Magic, continuing training only on Physical Weapons, such as Bow, swords, axes, etc...

Seeing so many skilled warriors on the boat, he asked for some training from them.

Since the boat was very big, the training place was quite big.

"Come on... We can't have a weakling as a Dragon Priest, can we?" An old friend of his father, Vigot, said as he sprinted toward Miraak.

Arriving in front of Miraak like a mad bull, he prepared to slash his greatsword toward his neck.

Although Miraak was still only 10 years old, basically a child, his instincts were still of an extremely powerful warrior.

Seeing Vigot, he already noticed numerous 'Mistakes' in Vigot's stance, muscular's control, etc...

As Vigot slashed, Miraak knew already the trajectory of the blade, evading long before it even reached him.

As he missed, Vigot saw Miraak glaring at him in boredom.

"Is that all you can do?" Miraak asked unimpressed at him.

"... Looks like we're gonna have some fun." Vigot responded grinning like a battle maniac.

Continuing grinning, he slashed again but twice as strong.

Miraak just shook his head and jumped, spinning mid-air.

As Vigot saw his slash miss again, he stunned, glaring dumbly at the spinning Miraak.

Finally, Miraak stopped spinning with a powerful kick in Vigot's head, sending him flying across the training arena.

All the public was stunned in silence in place.

After all, a 10 years old child just sent a veteran warrior flying. It literally shattered their world's common sense.

'Looks like... I don't know how to control my body yet... This 'Stamina' thing is unexpectedly irritating.' Miraak thought as he opened and closed his right hand. Feeling like he couldn't control his own powers made him grit his teeth in frustration.

Even after a week of training, he was still not in control.

...

As days passed, so did his training.

At first, it was Vigot, after that it was Vigot and Aron. After that was Vigot, Aron, and Arnora.

At the start, he wanted to learn to control his overwhelming physical strength, so he trained with only his fists and legs. After more or less controlling his strength, Miraak finally took the greatsword with one hand again.

"Even now, I can't believe it," Arnora said sighing impressed to Aron and Vigot.

"... Right?" Vigot responded sighing with her.

"It's definitely because he is a Dragon Priest! Lord Alduin blessed him!" Aron said smiling, proud of having a son so successful.

"Are you going to bore me to **** or what?" Miraak said to the trio.

Glaring for some seconds, the trio started to train him again.

...

After a couple of months, they finally arrived at the new lands.

"Finally we arrived," Arnora said as she gazed at the new lands. It was covered with snow all over the place. Nothing new to them.

Glaring at the distant mountains, Miraak smiled to himself.