The wooden sword felt heavier than usual in my grip, though it was nothing compared to the weight of Kaine's words. As he left the training yard, I stayed behind, determined to push myself further.
His advice, cryptic as always, still echoed in my mind: "Your mind is your greatest weapon, but your heart... that's your weakness."
That weakness was something I couldn't afford. Not now. Not ever.I took a deep breath and channeled my mana, focusing on the mana suppression technique Kaine had insisted I perfect.It wasn't just about limiting my magical signature—it was about control. Absolute control.
The technique required me to keep my mana flow stable, as if a calm river ran through my veins instead of a raging storm.But tonight, I wanted to take it further. I needed to expand my capacity.
I dropped into a meditative stance, the wooden sword resting on my knees as I closed my eyes. Slowly, I began to circulate my mana throughout my body, pushing it against the boundaries of my core.My goal was to stretch those boundaries, little by little, while simultaneously suppressing any external leak of magical energy.
It was exhausting. Sweat dripped down my brow as I maintained the delicate balance between growth and suppression.Each time I felt my control slipping, I forced myself to refocus, to tighten my grip on the flow.
Minutes turned into hours, and by the time I opened my eyes, the moon had climbed higher into the sky. My mana reserves had grown—barely—but it was progress.The knock on my door came just as I finished my nightly training. I opened it to find Marcus standing there, his usual smirk in place."You're still awake? Good," he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "I've been meaning to challenge you.""To what?" I asked, though I already knew the answer."A duel, of course. Unless you're scared?"I grabbed my training sword and gestured for him to lead the way.We squared off in the courtyard, the cold night air sharpening my senses. Marcus was fast and aggressive, his strikes coming at me in quick succession.But his movements were wild, driven more by emotion than precision.
I parried his attacks, waiting for an opening. Each clash of our swords echoed in the stillness of the night."You're holding back!" Marcus growled, frustration seeping into his voice. "Fight me seriously!""I am," I replied calmly, sidestepping another reckless swing.His frustration was his downfall. As he overcommitted to a heavy strike, I saw my chance. Pivoting on my heel, I dodged his attack and brought my sword to rest against his side.The duel was over.Marcus froze, his chest heaving as he stared at the wooden blade pressing lightly against his ribs. Slowly, I lowered it and stepped back."You're predictable," I said, keeping my tone neutral. "You rely too much on strength and speed without thinking about your opponent's movements."His expression darkened, and he clenched his fists. "I'll beat you one day, Elias. Even if it kills me."The venom in his words caught me off guard. Marcus turned and walked away, his shoulders tense. There was no mistaking it—this wasn't just a rivalry anymore. It was personal.The next morning, I set out into the city to investigate Celia's lineage. I started with the bustling market square, listening carefully to conversations and searching for any rumors about noble families. It was slow work, and most of what I overheard was useless gossip.
I made my way to the library, hoping to find records that might hint at her family's history. But the archivist was less than helpful, refusing to let me access the restricted sections.Frustrated, I decided to try the seedier parts of the city. The slums and back alleys were dangerous, but they were also where secrets tended to surface. I moved carefully, keeping my mana suppressed to avoid detection.Hours passed with little progress. My questions were met with suspicious glares or outright silence. But just as I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a conversation in a dark alley.Two men stood huddled in the shadows, their voices low but clear enough for me to catch snippets of their conversation.
"...House Calvian's on the verge of collapse," one of them said, his tone smug. "Their infighting's getting worse by the day.""Yeah, thanks to that rumor we planted," the other replied with a chuckle. "Breaking up their alliance with House Luminaris was genius. The boss's plan is working perfectly."My pulse quickened. House Calvian? Are they connected to Celia?"What about the girl?" the first bandit asked."The brat? No one's figured out she's the last heir to that side of the family. As far as they're concerned, she's just some street common child that her house fell."I slipped away before they could notice me, my mind racing. I had to confirm what I'd overheard, but first, I needed to ensure Celia's connection to House Calvian, Each house have multiply families so maybe Celia's family are one of them?.By the time I returned to the estate, night had fallen. My mind was still buzzing with the implications of what I'd learned, but I forced myself to focus on training.Kaine noticed my distraction immediately."Your head's somewhere else again," he said, delivering a series of rapid strikes that I barely managed to block. "Focus, Elias."I nodded, pushing the day's events to the back of my mind and throwing myself into the training session. Kaine didn't let up, his attacks relentless as he pushed me to my limits.When the session finally ended, I staggered back to my room, exhausted but determined. Tomorrow, I would confront Celia about what I'd learned. And if my suspicions were correct, House Calvian's survival might depend on it.