Kaid Worries

16: Kaid Worries

Kaid's wooden sword struck the training dummy with a resounding thud, his movements mechanical and labored.

Sweat dripped from his brow, and his breathing grew ragged, but he refused to yield.

His arms ached, his muscles burning from the relentless training. Still, Kaid pressed on, driven by an unyielding determination.

Each strike echoed through the empty courtyard, a testament to his unrelenting resolve.

His eyes narrowed, focus solely on the dummy, as if it represented every obstacle he sought to overcome.

The world around him melted away, leaving only the sound of clashing wood and his own ragged breathing.

Kaid's thoughts became a singular mantra: "Stronger... Faster... Better."

Time lost meaning as Kaid's training became a blur of sweat, toil, and unyielding will.

Kaid's wooden sword made a thud ! each strike fueled by his unwavering resolve. Protecting his family drove him, and every swing was a promise to keep them safe.

Leonis, his little brother, flashed in his mind – innocent, curious, and vulnerable. Kaid's grip tightened on the sword hilt.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, Leonis," he whispered, striking the dummy with renewed force.

Thoughts of his sisters, Elsie and Luna, followed. Their smiles, laughter, and all etched in his memory. Kaid's determination intensified.

He envisioned the dark forces threatening Everia, the unknown dangers lurking in the shadows.

His training became a shield, a barrier between his family and harm's way.

Sweat dripped, muscles screamed, but Kaid persisted.

Every strike strengthened his arms, his heart, and his will.

"For Leonis, for Elsie, for Luna... I'll become unstoppable," Kaid vowed, his voice lost in the rhythmic clash of wood on wood.

As Kaid rested, memories of Leonis's mana core formation flooded his mind. The air seemed to vibrate with magic that day.

Leonis's small frame had glowed with an ethereal light as his mana core awakened. The swirling energy within him intensified, pulsating like a nascent star.

Kaid recalled the breathtaking spectacle: colors dancing, light radiating, and the aura of limitless potential unfolding. Time seemed to stand still.

He remembered how mana which was supposed to be invisible became visible for the naked eye .

Kaid's weariness dissipated, replaced by awe-inspired reverence. He relived the moment, mesmerized by the beauty of his brother's magical birth.

The memory's majesty reinvigorated Kaid, his resolve strengthening.

With renewed purpose, he lifted his wooden sword, ready to continue his training.

Kaid's thoughts lingered on the Magistrate Council, Everia's governing body of powerful mages.

He was certain they had sensed Leonis's mana core formation, too.

The Council's awareness of Leonis's potential weighed heavily on Kaid's mind.

He knew about the council, after all he had heard his parents talking about them a few times and each time they talk about them there was always an aura feeling of hatred.

This made him curious so he asked his teacher sir Lucas and what sir Lucas told him confirmed his thought.

He said they were a group of people who always seek people with high magical talent either to experiment them or to kill them especially kids with high affinity for magic like his brother.

As he resumed training, Kaid's movements became more deliberate, driven by a growing sense of responsibility. Protecting Leonis from danger became his top priority.

The courtyard's tranquility belied the undercurrents of intrigue and power struggles within Everia's magical community.

Kaid's instincts whispered that Leonis's emergence would attract scrutiny.

With each swing of his wooden sword, Kaid steeled himself for the challenges ahead, determined to shield his brother from the Council's watchful eyes.

Kaid's grip on his wooden sword tightened, his mind racing with the darker implications. The Council's history was marked by ruthless efficiency in eliminating potential threats.

He recalled whispers of "The Purging," a shadowy era where the Council silenced dissenting voices and eliminated fledgling mages deemed too powerful or uncontrollable.

Kaid's thoughts churned with the terrifying prospect: Leonis, with his burgeoning abilities, might become the Council's next target.

The courtyard's shadows seemed to deepen, as if the very darkness itself concealed lurking dangers.

Kaid's training took on a newfound urgency, driven by desperation.

Every strike of his wooden sword became a declaration of defiance against the Council's tyranny.

Kaid vowed to shield Leonis, no matter the cost.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles burning with fatigue, but his resolve remained unyielding.

Kaid's training continued into the night, fueled by his unyielding resolve. The courtyard's torches cast flickering shadows, as if the darkness itself was witnessing his vow to protect Leonis.

Moonlight crept over the walls, casting an eerie glow on the training dummy. Kaid's strikes became more ferocious, each blow a rejection of the Council's authority.

Sweat-drenched and exhausted, Kaid finally halted, his wooden sword trembling in his grasp.

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with the weight of his responsibilities.

As he caught his breath, Kaid's gaze drifted upward, toward the quarters where Leonis slept, unaware of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

A faint smile touched Kaid's lips. He would ensure Leonis remained safe, no matter the cost.

With a resolute nod, Kaid began to clean and store his equipment, his movements methodical and deliberate.

The night air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fate of Everia hung in the balance.

Kaid's wooden sword sliced the air with blurring speed, his movements a whirlwind of intensity. Suddenly, he unleashed a mighty roar: "BOOST!"

A radiant green glow enveloped him, as if the very essence of the land surged through his veins. The glow intensified, illu

minating the courtyard.

Time seemed to slow as Kaid's body became a vortex of energy, his sword swings leaving emerald trails in the air.

Then, in an instant, the glow vanished. Kaid stood panting, his chest heaving, and his sword trembling with residual energy.

A triumphant grin spread across his face. "I did it!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the courtyard.

Kaid had mastered the "Emerald Boost," a warrior technique passed down through generations.

The ancient art allowed him to tap into the land's energy, amplifying his strength and speed.

With this newfound power, Kaid felt invincible.

His resolve to protect Leonis solidified, and his determination to defy the Magistrate Council intensified.

As he stood there, bathed in the aftermath of his triumph, Kaid knew that his journey had only just begun.