After the banquet had ended, things had gone back to normal at Shield.

Regular Classes, regular routine…is what Sabrina would have preferred.

But unfortunately, that was not the case.

Yes, there was a lot of commotion in campus regarding the fight, and who knows what was happening outside

The main thing was.

‘This is so boring.’

Sabrina thought as she closed the book she was reading.

The fun guys aren’t here anymore.

Now it’s just Serena and Elaine with her.

Serena would talk only about Elijah, and Elaine…was in a fantasy of her own, inspired by her sister Elizabeth.

A fantasy Sabrina didnt want to hear.

Elijah and Henry had both literally disappeared.

Alan too, although he was gone most of the time, now even refused to talk to her through the Spatial bond.

And whenever she checked his status, o would always say he training.

And whenever she did try to make a conversation through the bond, he would cut her off with the words.

[Don’t disturb me, I’m training.

If you’re in danger, only then tell me so ill teleport to you.

Bye.]

Every time, this was the response.

She was so bored it was getting to her.

Yeah, she could go around without anyone disturbing her now, and even that Lucas was nowhere to be seen.

But still…listening to Elaine’s ‘ramblings of her sister’s love’ whilst Serena noted down that exact information….was crushing her.

“And then..!”

*Scribble.*

“Sigh…”

Sabrina sighed whilst she heard Elaine continue and Serena diligently write whatever she said down in a notebook.

Unfortunately for her, this would be something that would continue until summer vacations and their midterms arrived.

She had to deal with this shit for the next few months.

***

[Welcome to the training room, Master Henry Fornum.]

Henry entered his training room whilst wearing his full-on gear.

His training suit, along with a bow in his hands.

His steps were silent, clearly displaying his skill in his profession, yet his mind was not.

‘…how long has it been since I stepped inside here?’

After a particular incident, he never stepped inside a training room again.

Never, even when he was about to enter shield.

His grandfather didn’t really care about his training, just Ezra’s.

A terminal appeared from the ground in front of him.

[Please select the difficulty level.]

Henry didn’t move, he just stared at the terminal in front of him.

His thoughts were a mess, remembering about a certain event.

Elijah had asked why he never trained before, and Henry responded with these words.

‘What’s the point? There are always geniuses who can copy what took you years to learn in a matter of seconds.’

Elijah was visibly confused when he said it, so Henry explained it to him.

‘You see, it took me a long while to learn something, then my brother came in and did it in seconds.

I don’t know how to exactly describe it, but I just don’t want to train anymore after that.’

Elijah of course was still visibly confused, but Henry had just refused to elaborate.

He had explained it poorly because he didn’t want to talk about it.

‘…I think I always struggled at level 4.’

Henry thought to himself as he looked at the terminal with his eyes shaking.

Will I be able to do it…?

This doubt always clouded his mind.

But then, the fight would appear in his mind.

The fight in which his brother, Ezra Himself, the guy who he thought would never lose, nearly lose.

The fight that resulted in Ezra sustaining severe injuries.

It was just far more surprising for him to comprehend at the moment.

Yet, he still made it to the training room.

Despite his own…reasons.

He reached out his hand toward the terminal…yet it stopped halfway through.

Henry took a deep breath and got over his fears as he touched the terminal.

And then he grabbed his bow and an arrow of wind materialized on the string.

And then the voice of the A. I resounded.

[Level 5 has been selected.]

***

*Share!*Shaa!*

Fire danced around the room as Elijah fought whilst imagining his opponent in his mind.

His feet were covered in flames, and he blitzed around the room and performed all sorts of movements.

And eventually, he grew tired and fell to the ground.

*Thud!*

“…haaah.”

He gasped for breath, but he still stood up again.

How do I fight against stronger opponents?

How do I fight against someone who is far more skilled?

How do I fight against someone who is far more skilled?

How do I fight against someone who…copies whatever they see?

How?

How do I win against it?

These thoughts clouded his mind all the time after that fight.

What if…im weak again?

What if I’m not strong enough to fight against them?

When it matters.

*Swish!*

His sword, encased in flames, struck the air as his body dripped with sweat.

*Swish*Swish*

He swung his sword until he could not.

And then, he lay down on the ground whilst his body recovered.

His eyes were glowing, displaying the fight he had seen between Alan and Ezra in great detail.

Seeing it, he got up despite the pain in his body.

And he picked up his sword once again.

He will never be that weak again.

He will never run away again.

And for him to do that, he must train.

He must unlock the next grade of his movement.

And he must…master one skill that was his strongest.

He took a huge breath and activated his powers.

All to make him more resistant to the aftereffects.

All to make him stronger.

[The Bloodline of the Fire Drake within you is emerging]

[You have activated DECIMATION!]

****

*Swish*

*Swish!*

Alan Peccator swung his spear alone whilst being in the training room.

He was currently shirtless, displaying a great body that was covered in scars that he didn’t heal on purpose.

These scars were from the fight against Ezra, and he didn’t want them to disappear.

*Swish!*

His spear split the air apart as Alan’s brows trickled with sweat.

He didn’t how long it had been since he had practiced the same movement over and over again.

Over and over again.

Master the movement.

Until there are no flaws in your execution.

This was the motto he had engraved in his mind.

Even if he was close to falling down due to exhaustion, do the movement.

Whenever you are tired do the movement.

The same movement, practice until you cannot.

Don’t ever stop.

He didn’t know how much time had passed since he was in the training too.

Sabrina had contacted him a few times, but he refused to talk to her at all.

His pheonix bloodline healed his exhaustion, so he truly didn’t know how much time had passed.

Alex, Lucas, and Olivia showed up multiple times in the training room, yet he paid them no heed.

All he needed was to practice.

Practice, again and again.

And although he felt the stares Lucas Fall on him, he ignored them.

His mind was preoccupied with training.

He knew what was coming for the summer vacations anyway.

All he had to was a train, until even his pheonix bloodline can’t heal him anymore.

All he needed to was practice the movement.

Hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands of times.

Again and Again.

Until he mastered it.

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