training and fun

The weight of expectation hung heavy in the air as Velda stepped into the training grounds. a constant reminder of the rigorous path ahead. His father, Tenjou, stood at the center, a formidable figure with eyes that held a mix of pride and sternness.

"Can you summon that cat again?" Tenjou asked, his voice cutting through the still morning air.

Velda nodded, a surge of cursed energy coursing through his veins. With a complex hand seal, he invoked the Two-Tails, Matatabi. The colossal beast materialized with a roar, its crimson fur rippling with raw power. It was a creature of myth and legend, a living embodiment of destruction, yet under Velda's command, it stood as a loyal guardian.

"Matatabi, the Two-Tails!" Velda commanded, his voice firm. The beast responded with a low growl, its eyes fixed on Tenjou, a primal hunger ignited within its depths.

"Good," Tenjou said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Now, attack me with everything you've got."

The ensuing chaos was a symphony of destruction. Matatabi launched itself forward, its claws extended, aiming for a fatal strike. Velda, sensing an opportunity, unleashed the Crimson Tempest, a torrent of fiery energy that engulfed the training ground.

Tenjou, unfazed, met the onslaught with a counterattack that was as swift as it was powerful. He intercepted Matatabi's claws with a single movement, his hand glowing with an ethereal blue light. The Crimson Tempest was absorbed into his palm, the flames extinguished as if by a gentle breeze.

With a flick of his wrist, Tenjou sent both Velda and Matatabi flying. The impact against the ground was jarring, but Velda was quick to recover. He stood, dusting himself off, a flicker of determination in his eyes.

"You're improving," Tenjou acknowledged, his tone laced with respect. "That attack, the Crimson Tempest, is raw power. But you need to learn control, to channel that energy with precision."

Hours turned into what felt like an eternity as Tenjou pushed Velda to his limits. They sparred, they strategized, they pushed the boundaries of human endurance. With each passing moment, Velda felt himself growing stronger, his understanding of cursed energy deepening.

Exhaustion finally claimed him. As he collapsed to the ground, he accessed the system, his mind a fog of fatigue.

**Stats:**

* Strength: 14

* Speed: 15

* Durability: 13

* Stamina: 16

* Intelligence: 20

* Cursed Energy: 79 Trust

The familiar chime of the gacha system sounded, breaking through the haze of exhaustion.

* **First Award:** Intelligence and Looks Aizen 3.6 Given

* **New Intelligence: 25**

A surge of energy coursed through him as his appearance subtly shifted. His features sharpened, and a certain depth appeared in his eyes.

* **Second Award:** Cursed Tool - Whispering Needle

The system prompted, "Fuse Whispering Needle and Chains of Heaven?"

Velda nodded, a sense of anticipation building within him. As the fusion completed, three chains materialized in his hand, each ending in a deadly needle.

"Whispering Chains of Heaven," he murmured, testing the weight of the weapon. It felt like an extension of his own body, a perfect blend of lethality and precision.

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. It was time for a break and do some fun.

"Father, may I go out?" Velda inquired, his voice filled with youthful anticipation.

Tenjou paused, his gaze steady. "Yes, but you shall return within two hours, or else there will be consequences," he replied, his tone stern yet laced with a hint of indulgence.

"Yes, Father," Velda responded, a grin spreading across his face as he turned to leave.

As he descended the grand staircase, he was greeted by a chorus of morning salutations. "Good morning, young master," the servants chorused, their voices filled with respect.

"Good morning to you all," Velda replied, acknowledging their greetings with a polite nod.

"Is my driver ready?" he inquired, his impatience evident.

A groggy voice responded from a shadowy corner, "I am here, young master."

Velda raised an eyebrow at the man's sleep-laden demeanor. "As drowsy as ever, huh? Take me to a restaurant. The food must be exceptional," he ordered, his tone commanding.

The driver, with a start, nodded and reached for the credit card that Velda held out.

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