That Night - Cross Household, Master Bedroom
Jake sat on the edge of the bed, still in his day clothes, staring at nothing in particular. His hands rested on his knees, fingers tapping an unconscious rhythm against the fabric.
Lirien emerged from the bathroom, having changed into her nightclothes, and immediately noticed her husband's distracted state.
"You're still thinking about it," she said softly, climbing onto the bed beside him.
"How can I not?" Jake turned to face her, his expression a mixture of wonder and concern. "Lirien, did you see what I saw today? Really see it?"
"I saw two children having a practice bout with wooden weapons," Lirien said carefully. "Except it wasn't children playing. It was..."
"Combat," Jake finished. "Real combat. The kind that should take decades of training to achieve." He ran a hand through his silver-streaked hair. "That spear work Celestia demonstrated—I couldn't replicate it. Not perfectly. And I've been studying martial arts for seven hundred years."
"And Runar," Lirien added, her voice dropping to a whisper as if saying it too loudly would make it more real. "His sword technique was flawless. Every movement optimized for maximum efficiency. He wasn't just fighting—he was teaching her, calibrating his responses to stay exactly one level above her skill so she'd learn faster."
Jake stood abruptly, pacing to the window. The four moons cast their mixed light across the city, painting everything in familiar colors. "I ran the calculations in my head during the spar. The force behind those impacts, the speed of their movements, the precision of their techniques..."
"And?" Lirien prompted.
"And if they fought seriously, without holding back..." Jake turned back to face his wife. "Lirien, I think they could defeat us. Both of us. In actual combat."
The words hung in the air between them.
"They're seven and five years old," Lirien said, but her tone suggested she was trying to convince herself more than stating a fact.
"Martial skill bridges cultivation realms," Jake said quietly, the realization settling over him like a heavy blanket. "That's why the truly dangerous cultivators aren't always those with the highest realms—it's those who've mastered Intent and combat technique to transcendent levels. And our children..."
"Have somehow achieved that mastery in a week," Lirien finished.
They sat in silence for a long moment.
Then, unexpectedly, Jake laughed.
It started as a chuckle, then grew into full-bodied laughter. Lirien stared at him like he'd lost his mind.
"Jake? Are you alright?"
"We birthed geniuses, Lirien!" Jake said, his laughter subsiding into a broad grin. "Actual, genuine, terrifying geniuses! Do you understand how rare that is? How incredible?"
Lirien blinked. Then, slowly, a smile began to form on her own face. "We did, didn't we?"
"Most parents would be lucky if their children reached Meteor Forging by age thirty. Ours could already beat that at one month old. And he's helping his friend break through limits that shouldn't even be possible!"
"Should we be concerned?" Lirien asked, but she was smiling now too.
"Oh, absolutely terrified," Jake admitted cheerfully. "But also incredibly proud. Our son mastered combat skills that surpass academy instructors. And he's kind enough to help his friend improve instead of hoarding his knowledge."
"When you put it that way..." Lirien lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "We really did birth a monster, didn't we? A terrifying, adorable, impossibly talented monster."
"The best kind of monster," Jake agreed, lying down beside her.
They lay there in comfortable silence, processing the day's revelations.
"We'll need to be careful," Lirien said eventually. "If anyone at the academy realizes what they can really do—"
"They'll hide it," Jake interrupted. "Runar's smart enough to understand the danger. And Celestia trusts him completely. They'll pretend to be merely talented, not transcendent."
"I hope you're right."
"I am." Jake reached over and took his wife's hand. "And you know what? I think we should invite Seraphina's family over tomorrow. Celebrate properly. We're raising geniuses. That deserves recognition."
Lirien squeezed his hand. "Agreed."
Across the City - Stormwind Residence, Master Bedroom
Seraphina sat at her vanity, mechanically brushing her long silver-white hair, her mind clearly elsewhere. In the mirror's reflection, she could see her husband Caspian lying on their bed, reading a tactical report on his holographic display.
Caspian Stormwind was an imposing figure even at rest. Tall, broad-shouldered, with short-cropped dark hair shot through with silver and sharp amber eyes that missed nothing. His Star Fusion realm cultivation made him one of the more powerful individuals in Velsinor City, and his position as a special operations commander meant he'd seen combat that would break lesser cultivators.
But right now, he was frowning at his wife's distracted state.
"You've brushed that same section of hair seventeen times," Caspian observed, setting his report aside. "What's wrong?"
Seraphina set down the brush and turned to face him. "Our daughter might be able to defeat me in combat."
Caspian blinked. Once. Twice. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Celestia. Our five-year-old daughter. Could potentially beat me in a fight."
There was a long pause. Then Caspian sat up fully, his expression shifting from confused to intensely focused. "Explain."
Seraphina described the spar in detail—the techniques, the power behind the strikes, the speed of adaptation, the sheer skill displayed by both children. As she spoke, Caspian's expression cycled through disbelief, shock, calculation, and finally, something approaching awe.
"Heaven-grade spear technique," he repeated when she finished. "At five years old. And this Runar child was even better?"
"He was teaching her mid-combat," Seraphina confirmed. "Staying exactly one level above her skill to maximize her learning. It was..." She searched for the right word. "Masterful. The kind of combat instruction that special forces trainers spend decades perfecting."
Caspian was silent for a long moment, his tactical mind clearly working through implications.
"Martial skill bridges cultivation realms," he said finally. "I've seen it firsthand. A Stellar Ignition cultivator with transcendent sword technique defeating a Solar Flare realm cultivator who relied only on raw power. If Celestia has achieved that level of skill..."
"She could fight cultivators realms above her," Seraphina finished. "And she's only going to get better. That boy, Runar—he's nurturing her talent deliberately. Every day they train, she improves exponentially."
"And you're worried about this?" Caspian asked, studying his wife's face.
"Shouldn't I be?"
"Seraphina." Caspian stood and moved to kneel beside her chair, taking her hands in his. "We've spent five years hoping Celestia would have the talent to protect herself in this universe. Praying she'd be strong enough to survive if something happened to us. And now you're telling me she's developing abilities that could let her protect not just herself, but others?"
"When you put it that way..."
"We should be celebrating," Caspian said firmly. "Our daughter is a genius. A real one, not just someone with good resources. And she has a friend who's apparently an even bigger genius helping her grow stronger. That's not a problem, Seraphina. That's a blessing."
Seraphina felt tension she hadn't realized she was holding drain from her shoulders. "You're right. I've just been so worried about her advancing too fast, damaging her foundation—"
"From what you described, her foundation is perfect. Better than perfect." Caspian smiled. "We birthed a monster, love. A terrifying little ice-spear-wielding monster who's going to make us very proud."
Despite herself, Seraphina laughed. "When you say it like that, it sounds almost normal."
"Normal for cultivator families, maybe." Caspian stood, pulling her up with him. "Come to bed. Tomorrow we should visit the Cross family. Thank them properly for Runar helping Celestia improve. And maybe see if we can convince their son to keep teaching her."
"He doesn't need convincing," Seraphina said as they climbed into bed. "I think he genuinely enjoys it. He looks at her like... like a proud older brother, even though she's 5 years older than him."
"Good." Caspian wrapped an arm around his wife. "Then we'll make sure to support both of them. Genius recognizes genius. Let them push each other to greater heights."
As the lights dimmed and they settled into sleep, both parents wore small, proud smiles.
Their daughter was going to be extraordinary.
And they couldn't wait to see how far she'd go.
Week 2-4 - The Training Continues
The daily spars became ritual.
Every morning at dawn, Celestia would arrive at the Cross household with her wooden spear and boundless enthusiasm. Runar would emerge with his wooden katana and carefully concealed amusement.
And they would fight.
Not play-fight. Not children's games. Real combat, limited only by wooden weapons and Runar's careful power suppression.
Celestia improved at a pace that defied logic.
Her spear technique, already excellent, began incorporating elements that weren't in any manual. She'd watch how Runar moved—the efficiency of his footwork, the precision of his blade angles—and unconsciously adapt those principles to her own style.
By Week 3, she'd created her first original technique: Frozen Comet Strike. A spinning thrust that combined forward momentum with spiraling ice qi, creating a drill-like attack that could pierce through defensive techniques two realms above her own.
Runar had congratulated her while internally noting that she'd somehow independently recreated an Incomplete Divine-grade spear technique(because the law integration part of the technique are missing) that usually took cultivators centuries to develop.
By the end of Week 3, she had seven original techniques. Each one uniquely hers, incorporating her ice-water affinity with spear fundamentals and insights stolen from watching Runar's sword work.
Her Intent comprehension exploded.
Spear Intent: Level 7 (from zero in three weeks)
Ice Intent: Level 7
Water Intent: Level 7
She was beginning to understand how Intent worked—not just as a power boost, but as a fundamental expression of will upon reality. Her spear strikes now carried weight beyond their physical force. Her ice techniques froze not just matter but momentum itself. Her water manipulation flowed with a naturalness that suggested deep comprehension rather than mere technique execution.
And through it all, Runar stayed exactly one level ahead.