In the courtyard of the Kiran mansion, the dry sound of thrusts continued to echo.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
The training spear repeatedly advanced against the wooden stake stuck in the ground. Small splinters had already been torn from the trunk after hundreds of blows.
Myth was breathing hard.
The spring sun was already high in the sky, illuminating the entire courtyard with a clear, warm light. The gentle wind swayed the branches of the surrounding trees, causing a few dry leaves to slowly spin on the ground.
But Myth didn't seem to notice any of this.
His eyes were fixed on the stake before him.
Thump.
The spear charged forward again.
This time the blow came out a little crooked.
Myth franziu a testa.
He slowly retracted his spear, put his feet on the ground, and tried again to remember his father's words.
"If the feet are wrong, the strength does not go up."
He took a deep breath.
His feet pressed into the earth.
The hip turned slightly.
The spear moved forward.
Thump.
The point hit the center of the stake again.
Myth let out the air slowly.
His small body was already covered in sweat. A few strands of her brown hair were stuck to her forehead.
His arms began to tremble slightly.
He had already trained for hours.
Even after his father left the courtyard.
Even after the butler had returned inside the mansion.
Even after the servants finished cleaning the garden.
Myth was still there.
Training.
He retreated the spear once more.
His fingers were sore from holding the wooden handle.
But he pressed the gun again.
"Posture."
He adjusted his feet.
"Balance."
He straightened his spine.
"Thrust."
Thump.
This time the impact was a little firmer.
The stake vibrated.
A few dry leaves on the ground moved slightly with the air displaced.
Myth stared at it for a moment.
Then he blinked.
Maybe it was just the wind.
He shook his head.
His focus has returned to training.
But his body was already reaching its limit.
His arms were heavy.
His breath was ragged.
The sun was slowly beginning to descend in the sky.
The shadows of the trees stretched across the courtyard.
Myth made two more lunges.
Thump.
Thump.
On the third attempt, his arms simply failed.
The spear slipped slightly from his hands.
He managed to catch her before she fell to the ground.
But he stood still for a few seconds.
Breathing fundo.
His chest rose and fell rapidly.
"..."
Finally, Myth let out a long sigh.
He rested the base of the spear on the ground and leaned slightly over it.
His arms trembled.
His whole body was tired.
Very tired.
But at the same time...
There was a small sense of satisfaction within him.
He had improved.
Even if it was just a little.
Myth raised his head and looked at the stake.
It was full of thrust marks.
Some deep.
Others shallow.
But they were all his.
He stared at it for a moment.
Then he smiled slightly.
"... I think that's enough for today."
He pulled the spear out of the earth and began to walk slowly through the courtyard.
The Kiran mansion stood just ahead.
High.
Solid.
Imposing.
The stone walls reflected the golden light of the late afternoon.
Some servants still walked the gardens, tending to the plants and organizing tools.
When they saw Myth approaching, some bowed slightly.
"Young master."
Myth just raised his hand in response.
His body was too tired to say anything.
He crossed the cobblestone path that led to the main entrance of the mansion.
The large wooden doors were open.
The interior of the residence was quiet and cool.
As soon as he entered, the cold air from the interior made Myth let out a small sigh of relief.
The polished stone floor reflected the soft light that came in through the tall windows.
The room had a faint smell of wood and herbs.
Myth began to slowly climb the stairs of the main hall.
His steps were a little heavy.
But before he could get to the second floor—
A small excited voice echoed down the hallway.
"Brother Myth!"
A small figure appeared running down the side corridor.
It was Lorean.
Her brown hair was tied in two small braids, and her eyes shone full of energy.
She ran straight to Myth.
"Brother! Brother! You were training again!"
Before he could answer, she had already clung to his arm.
Myth laughed lightly.
"You ran down the hall again, didn't you?"
"I didn't run!"
She responded immediately.
But the mischievous smile on his face said otherwise.
Right behind her, another small figure appeared.
Rowen.
The two-year-old walked slowly down the hallway with short, awkward steps.
He held a small wooden toy.
"I... brother..."
Myth bent down and took the little one in his arms.
Rowen immediately grabbed his clothes.
Myth smiled.
For a moment, all the fatigue of the training seemed to disappear.
But at that moment—
A soft voice came up in the hallway.
"Myth."
He looked up.
At the end of the hall was his mother.
Louse Kiran.
She walked calmly towards the three of them.
Her long hair fell softly over her shoulders, and her light blue dress moved lightly as she walked.
His eyes landed on Myth.
First with affection.
Then with a slight concern.
"You trained all day again... Wasn't it?"
Myth opened his mouth to answer.
But before that—
She had already noticed something.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Myth."
She got closer.
Then she grabbed his arm.
"Hm..."
On the boy's forearm was a small cut.
Probably caused by the wood of the stake or the friction of the boom during training.
Louse sighed slightly.
"You don't really go easy on yourself."
Myth scratched his head.
"It's nothing."
But her mother was already raising her hand.
"Stay put."
Then something started to happen.
Small bluish particles began to appear around her hand.
Like little drops of water shining in the air.
The air around it was cool.
Calm.
The magical energy began to slowly gather.
A small stream of luminous water wrapped around Myth's arm.
The feeling was cold.
But at the same time extremely comfortable.
The small cut began to close before his eyes.
The skin slowly regenerated.
In a few seconds...
The wound had completely disappeared.
Myth blinked a few times.
Even though I've seen that before...
It was still impressive.
His eyes shone faintly.
"I never get tired of seeing Mom's magic."
Louse sorriu gently.
"It's just a simple healing spell."
Myth tilted his head.
"Even so... It's incredible."
He looked at her hand curiously.
"What kind of magic do you use?"
She answered matter-of-factly.
"Elemental magic."
Myth kept looking at her.
"Of what element?"
She smiled slightly.
"Water... and wind."
Myth blinked again.
"Are you a magician?"
Louse nodded. "Yes silly, how many times will you keep asking."
"Yes."
He was silent for a moment.
It's still hard to believe I'm in a world like this...
Then he asked:
"What level?"
She replied calmly.
"Level five."
Myth stood still for a few seconds.
Even though he was young, he already knew that level five mages were not weak.
Quite the opposite.
But his mother just ruffled his hair with affection.
"Now enough training for today."
She pointed to the hallway.
"Go wash."
Then he looked at the children.
"Dinner will soon be ready."
Myth looked at his brothers.
Then to his mother.
And then he smiled.
"All right."
But in the back of his mind...
Something had been recorded.
Magic.
Warriors.
And a much bigger world than he still knew.
And, without realizing it...
The first step of his path had already begun.
The dining room of the Kiran mansion was lit by several lamps attached to the stone walls.
The golden light reflected off the long dark wooden table that occupied the center of the room. Dishes were already prepared, and the aroma of the food filled the room with a pleasant smell.
Servants walked silently around, placing the last utensils.
Soon the family began to reunite.
Louse was already sitting in one of the side chairs, while holding Rowen in her lap. The little boy was playing absent-mindedly with a small wooden spoon.
On the other side of the table, Lorean waved his legs in the air as he curiously watched the plates.
Myth came on soon after.
He had already washed and changed his clothes. Her hair was still a little damp.
He sat down.
A few seconds later, the door opened again.
Aleric came in.
Even after spending hours dealing with military matters and important decisions, his posture still seemed calm and steady.
He sat down at the head of the table.
"Let's eat."
The meal has begun.
For the first few minutes, only the faint sound of cutlery could be heard.
But soon Lorean began to speak animatedly.
"Today I managed to climb on the bench in the garden by myself!"
She raised her arms proudly.
"Without falling!"
Louse riu softly.
"That's great."
Rowen also tried to participate.
He raised the spoon and declared in a childish voice:
"I... I hit the horse!"
Myth blinked.
"The horse?"
Louse suspirou.
"He hit the wooden statue of the horse in the garden."
Everyone laughed lightly.
The atmosphere was quiet.
Simple.
For a few minutes, it seemed like just an ordinary family talking about small everyday things.
Then Louse looked at Myth.
"You trained all day today again."
Myth nodded.
Aleric looked at him, too.
"Spear training?"
"Yes."
The father only gave a slight wave.
"Good."
But Louse seemed to be thinking something.
She gently placed her hand on the table.
"Actually... I was thinking about something."
Aleric looked up.
"What?"
She looked at Myth.
"I think it's about time he started learning magic."
Silence fell on the table for an instant.
Myth congelou.
His eyes flashed immediately.
Magic.
Even though he had lived in that world for six years, it was still something extremely fascinating to him.
He slowly turned his head.
Looking at his father.
Aleric remained silent for a few seconds.
He watched his son.
Then he sighed lightly.
"..."
Then he nodded.
"Yes."
Myth almost jumped out of his chair.
But he managed to control himself.
"Can I learn magic?"
Louse smiled.
"First we need to see if you have talent."
Aleric calmly wiped his hands with a cloth.
"After dinner."
Myth could barely finish eating after that.
Some time later...
The Kiran family was walking down a stone corridor inside the mansion.
The lighting was dimmer there.
At the end of the staircase there was a large reinforced door.
The basement.
Aleric opened the door.
The interior was spacious.
Several magical inscriptions were engraved on the floor and walls. Some special stones were embedded in the corners of the room.
It was clearly a place prepared for training.
Myth looked around curiously.
Aleric closed the door behind them.
Then he turned around.
"Before we start, I need to explain something."
He crossed his arms.
"The Kiran family has had a Saint in the past."
Myth nodded.
He already knew that.
"The strength of such a family naturally attracts attention."
Aleric continued.
"Especially from dangerous organizations."
His eyes became serious.
"The Shining Alliance."
"And the Union of Darkness."
Even Myth recognized these names.
They were two great organizations in the world.
One represented the side considered "fair".
The other... the opposite.
But both were extremely powerful.
"If a child with monstrous talent appears..."
Aleric continued.
"She can become a target."
Louse calmly added:
"That's why many powerful families test their children's magical talent in secret."
Myth nodded.
He understood perfectly.
Aleric pointed to the center of the room.
"Let's get started."
First came the elemental test.
In the center of the room was a small pedestal with a translucent crystal sphere.
Aleric explained:
"Put your hand on the sphere."
Myth did it.
The moment his fingers touched the crystal—
The sphere began to react.
First a blue light appeared.
Water.
Then a red light appeared.
Fire.
So a golden brown light.
Earth.
And finally...
A light green light.
Wind.
The four colors began to slowly rotate within the sphere.
Aleric was silent.
Louse too.
Super affinity.
With the four basic elements.
This was already extremely rare.
Myth just blinked.
"Is that good?"
Aleric replied calmly.
"It's... very good."
But he continued.
"Now the second test."
He walked over to a large magic array drawn on the basement floor.
Complex circles of runes were engraved in the stone.
"Stay in the center."
Myth walked there.
Aleric activated the formation.
The runes began to glow slowly.
A light pressure appeared in the air.
It was a test of mental power.
The magical energy of the formation began to measure Myth's spiritual strength.
A few seconds passed.
Then the runes began to glow more brightly.
Myth began to frown, feeling the increased pressure and discomfort.
Louse narrowed his eyes.
Aleric franziu a testa.
The energy kept increasing.
A few more seconds.
Then Myth couldn't stand the pressure and fell to his knees.
Finally the training stopped.
And finally he breathed a sigh of relief.
Aleric looked at the measuring crystal on the side of the array.
His eyes were completely still.
He was silent.
Mental power one hundred and seven times greater than that of an ordinary person.
This was equivalent to the spiritual level of a level four mage.
Maybe even close to level five.
In a six-year-old child.
Louse slowly brought his hand to his mouth.
Even she looked surprised.
Myth looked at the two of them.
"..."
"Is that bad?"
Aleric finally breathed the fundo.
Inside, he was extremely happy.
His son was an absolute genius.
But his expression remained serious.
He knelt in front of Myth.
"Listen carefully."
His voice was firm.
"This talent... It's extraordinary."
"But it's also dangerous."
He put his hand on his son's shoulder.
"If the outside world finds out... you can become a target."
Myth nodded slowly.
He understood.
Aleric continued.
"Until you have enough strength to protect yourself..."
"Your talent must remain a secret."
Louse also approached.
"Not even outside the family."
Myth took a deep breath.
Then he nodded.
"I understand."
Aleric finally smiled brightly.
"Then it's decided."
He stood up.
"I'm going to teach you how to strengthen your body."
"Train douqi."
"And master the techniques of the spear."
Louse placed his hand on Myth's head.
"And I'm going to teach magic."
Myth stood still for a moment.
His heart beat faster.
In this world...
Strength meant freedom.
And now...
His path had really begun.