That same night, Lloyd returned to the Uzugaya temple. The air felt different—charged, humming, as if the stone walls already sensed the shift inside him. Raiden waited in the courtyard, staff planted in the dirt, the moon casting a silver glow over everything.

  “Good,” Raiden said as Lloyd stepped onto the training floor. “We begin now.” “Am I… really ready?” Lloyd asked quietly. “You don’t have a choice,” Raiden replied. “Your lightning has awakened. If you don’t learn to control it, it will tear you apart from the inside.” Lloyd swallowed.

  Raiden raised his hand. “Focus. Feel the current inside your body. Don’t force it—guide it.”

  And training began. ? For three days straight, Lloyd trained harder than he ever had in his life. Meditation.Controlled breathing. Body conditioning. Lightning channeling. Raiden pushed him to the limits every single night.

  At first, Lloyd could only summon tiny, flickering sparks—unsteady and painful. But with each passing day, they grew stronger, cleaner, sharper. By the end of the third night, he stood in the courtyard, breathing deeply, lightning calmly crawling across his arms like blue serpents.

  Raiden nodded with quiet pride.

  “Good. Now apply it.” Lloyd exhaled and let the lightning flow. His feet lightened. His muscles tightened. Then—boom— He dashed forward, leaving a burst of arcs behind him. Then another burst—boom—as he accelerated, his speed, strength surging through his limbs. He stopped, panting, lightning fading from his skin. Raiden smiled. “You’ve taken your first step.” “My first step?” Lloyd repeated. Raiden nodded.

  “This is only the first path to mastering your power. Your mother could summon lightning without moving. You will surpass her—but only if you continue.” Lloyd stood straighter, pride shining in his eyes. “I’ll keep training. Lloyd walked toward the academy’s main doors.

  His stomach twisted with nerves. He could still hear the whispers. See the fear in some students’ eyes. See Ren’s broken sword lying on the ground. What if they still think I’m a freak?

  He clenched his fists. What if they’re waiting for me? What if— He stopped. Three figures stood in front of the entrance. Tall. Armored. Their chest plates marked with the silver insignia of the Legion Knights. Elite city defenders.

  Top fighters in the Last City. One stepped forward. “You are Lloyd Uzugaya?” Lloyd stiffened. “…Yes.” The knight nodded. “We’ve been assigned to you.” “To me?” Lloyd repeated.

  “We’re here to watch you,” another knight said. “To ensure the safety of the other students.”

  The third added bluntly: “Just in case you lose control again and hurt someone. Lloyd’s stomach dropped. “That’s not— I didn’t mean to—” Their expressions didn’t change. “We’re not here to judge,” the first knight said. “We’re here to observe.” “And to protect… if necessary.”

  The words hit him hard. He lowered his head. “…I understand.” Lloyd stepped through the academy doors, the three Legion Knights watching him with expressionless faces. As he walked deeper into the building, he could already feel the eyes on him. The whispers. The stares. The fear.

  He reached the classroom doorway—and the moment he stepped inside, the noise died. Every student turned toward him, tension spreading like a cold wave across the room. “…That’s him…”

  “…He cut Ren’s sword…” “…Lightning came out of his hands…” “…Freak…” Lloyd tightened his jaw and kept walking, refusing to look anyone in the eye. Ren was the one who moved first. He pushed off the wall and walked right up to Lloyd, stopping inches away, voice full of anger.

  “What the hell are you doing here, freak? Didn’t you get the message? You don’t belong here.”

  Lloyd didn’t answer. He didn’t trust his voice not to shake. Ren smirked. “Look at you. You don’t even deny it.” Before Lloyd could react, Alice stepped between them. “That’s enough,” she said sharply. “Back off, Ren.” Ren’s eyes flicked to her. “Why? You planning on protecting him now?” Hanzo came up next, standing on Lloyd’s other side. “Ren, leave him alone.” Ren snorted. “Oh look, the freak has defenders.” Hanzo clenched a fist. “Say that again.” Ren leaned closer, eyes locked on Lloyd. “Whatever happens in the exam… just know I’m coming for you. Freak.” Lloyd’s fist trembled—but before anyone could respond, a voice cut through the tension like a blade. “That’s enough.” The instructor walked in, cloak swaying behind him. His sharp gaze scanned the room, silencing every whisper. “We will continue the interrupted exam today,” he announced. Hanzo frowned. “Resume it? But—” “We are not resuming it,” the instructor corrected. “We are starting over.” A wave of confusion swept the room.

  He continued, “However, there will be changes. The previous exam included only the top ten students. This time…” His eyes scanned all thirty students present. “…all of you will participate.” Hanzo blinked. “All thirty of us?” The instructor nodded once. “Yes. Every student in this class will be in the field.” The room erupted with voices. “All of us?” “That’s insane—” “More competition—” “Why change it—?” The instructor raised a hand. Silence. “To make the exam fair… you will be competing for unlimited ribbons. Not thirty. Not fifty. As many as you can gather.” Lloyd’s breath caught. Unlimited?

  That meant no one could box him in.

  No one could corner him just to take what he had. The instructor continued “The rules are simple. You have forty minutes. When the timer ends and the alarm signals the finish, those with the highest number of ribbons will pass.”

  “And,” the instructor added, scanning their nervous faces, “this time you will not be spread out. You will all enter the forest together.” A collective shiver ran through the class. Alice whispered to Lloyd, “This is going to get chaotic…” Hanzo nodded slowly. “More like a battlefield.” The instructor spoke again: “You have ten minutes to prepare. Choose your weapons carefully.” The tension in the room rose instantly. Students moved toward the equipment racks, the metal clatter of swords and training shields ringing out like an army preparing for war. Ren walked by Lloyd, brushing his shoulder intentionally. “I hope you’re ready,” he muttered, “because I’m going to crush you.” Lloyd said nothing. He simply walked toward the weapon table… The armory room buzzed with activity—thirty students spreading out, grabbing armor plates, gauntlets, reinforced jackets, face guards, and heavy weapons. Metal clanked, boots stomped, voices overlapped. This wasn’t like the practice exam. The air felt sharper. Real blades meant real risk. Lloyd stepped inside last. Some students looked up. Some flinched. Some whispered. Most stared at his hands… as if they expected lightning to jump out again.

  He ignored them. He walked past the racks filled with chest armor, gauntlets, shields, reinforced boots, tactical harnesses—straight to the far wall. A single row of steel swords hung there. Standard issue. Basic. Clean. Unmodified.

  Lloyd reached out and grabbed one. Hanzo, already wearing bracers and light armor pads . “Wait… Lloyd. That’s it?” Lloyd tightened his grip on the sword. “Yeah. I’m good with this.” Hanzo stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You sure you wanna go out like that? We are using real blades this time. He tapped his gauntlet. “One bad hit and you’re done.” Lloyd’s eyes never left the sword. “I’ll be fine.” Hanzo stared at him for another second, then sighed and shook his head. “Alright… Across the room, Alice stood by the armor rack, checking the straps on her forearm guards. She pretended not to look at Lloyd… but her eyes kept drifting toward him.

  The memory flashed in her mind— Lloyd taking those hits for her. Standing in front of her without thinking. She looked away quickly. Why am I still thinking about that…? Why do I feel like this every time I see him? She tightened her glove straps, forcing a breath out. “No,” she whispered to herself. “Not right now. I don’t know what feelings I have… but I have to put them aside. If I want to advance, I need my head clear.” The instructor’s whistle echoed through the room. “All students—finish preparations! You have five minutes left before staging!” Everyone scrambled. Armor clicked. Weapons sheathed. Boots tightened. Lloyd simply stood there—no armor, no gear, no shield. Just a sword. Some students stared. Some snickered.

  Some whispered words like crazy and freak. But he stood calm. Focused. Centered.

  The tension thickened. And the exam, now deadlier than ever, was moments away from beginning. The massive arena buzzed with the sound of the alarms signaling the start of the exam. Metallic gates slid open, and all thirty students burst into the training field—an uneven landscape of stone ruins, wooden structures, small forests, and shadowed corners designed to force close-quarters encounters. The moment the horn blared— Lloyd sprinted left. Just like the first exam, he slipped away from the crowd, taking the narrow path that cut between two crumbled pillars. He wanted distance, space, time to breathe. With only a sword and no armor, he needed to avoid attention until the real hunt began. But this time… Someone was watching him. From atop a stone ledge, Ren narrowed his eyes and smirked. “So you’re trying that same trick again,” he whispered. He leapt down silently, landing behind Lloyd without a sound.

  Lloyd felt the sudden gust—then heard steel scrape. He spun, raising his sword just in time.

  CLASH! Ren’s blade slammed into his, sparks flashing. Lloyd dug his heels into the dirt.

  “What—?” Lloyd gritted his teeth. “The match just started and you’re already coming for me? Don’t you have ribbons to collect?” Ren’s smile stretched wide—sharp and twisted. “I don’t need ribbons right now.” He pressed forward, shoving Lloyd back with another vicious strike. “I’m gonna show everyone exactly what you are, you freak.” Another slash. Faster. Angrier. Lloyd blocked again, He stepped back, keeping distance, “You’re risking your score just to chase me?” Ren lunged. “You being here is an insult—to all of us. So I’ll fix that myself.” He swung harder, blade cutting a clean arc through the air.

  Lloyd ducked—felt the wind of the slash skim his hair—then rolled away, coming up with his sword ready. But Ren was already rushing him again, eyes wild, determination burning. “This time,” Ren hissed, “you won’t escape.” The exam had begun… And Lloyd was already fighting for more than just ribbons but for respect. The arena had fully erupted into chaos.

  Bright-colored ribbons threaded through the environment—tied to branches, hidden behind stones, Students darted everywhere, steel clashing, breaths sharp, footsteps pounding through dirt and leaves. Hanzo moved like a storm. He wasn’t flashy, but every motion was efficient—duck, strike, grab a ribbon, move on. Three students rushed him at once, thinking they could overwhelm him and steal a ribbon from his belt. CLANG! He parried the first blade, twisted the attacker’s wrist, and kicked him backward.

  SHINK! He pivoted, slicing the air near the second fighter’s arm, stopping it cold.

  The third tried to sneak from behind— Hanzo already knew. He spun low, sweeping the student’s legs out. All three hit the ground.

  Hanzo straightened his sword and stepped forward. “I just need your ribbons. They scrambled to surrender them. Hanzo walked off with seven ribbons within minutes, calm as ever.

  Elsewhere, Alice sprinted through the wooded part of the arena. Her movements were sharp—calculated. Every step was a thought. Every strike was a decision. Two students blocked her path. “Hand over your ribbons,” one demanded.

  Alice didn’t waste breath responding.

  CLASH! She stepped in, sword gliding upward.

  CLACK! She struck the second student’s guard, twisting under their arm. Her blade tapped the first one’s ribs before he even blinked. They froze, stunned. Alice plucked two ribbons off their belts. “Thanks,” she said, breath steady.

  As she ran forward again, her thoughts slipped—unwanted, distracting. She shook it off and dashed toward the deeper terrain. Back at the stone corridor, the clash between Lloyd and Ren only grew fiercer. Ren attacked like a man possessed. CLASH! Lloyd caught the incoming strike but grimaced—the sheer force made his arm tremble. “You’re slowing down already?” Ren taunted. He didn’t wait for an answer.

  He slashed left. Lloyd dodged. He slashed right.

  Lloyd blocked—barely. Ren’s blade came down overhead— BAM! Lloyd parried, but the impact rattled his bones. He stumbled back two steps.

  “You’re weak,” Ren growled. “You use tricks. That’s all you are.” Lloyd steadied his breathing.

  He stepped in, swinging with enough force to send vibrations through the rock floor.

  Lloyd caught the blow—steel screaming against steel. Ren’s face twisted into a grin. “You think you can just show up like nothing’s wrong? Like you belong with us? Let me remind you—”

  CLANG! He slammed his weight forward. Lloyd’s knees nearly buckled. “You. Don’t. Belong. Here!” Lloyd pushed off hard, breaking free and sliding across the dirt, stopping at the edge of a stone archway. His chest burned. His grip trembled. But he brought his sword up again.

  Ren lunged, blades colliding again— CLASH!

  CLANG! THUD! A storm of swings and counters, steel flashing, kicks connecting, fists colliding with shoulders. Neither backed down.

  Neither slowed. And the rising tension of a rivalry ready to explode. The duel raged on… The timer still ticking… And the exam far from over. Steel scraped against stone as Lloyd slid back, breathing hard, eyes locked on Ren. His arms stung, his ribs ached—but the worst part was the ticking clock in his head. Damn… I don’t have a single ribbon. If I keep fighting him, I’m done. I’ll fail for sure. His heart pounded. I need to move him. I need a distraction—other classmates—anything. Ren charged again.

  Lloyd tightened his grip. “Alright…” he muttered under his breath. “If I’m gonna do this… then I’m going all out.” Ren swung Lloyd parried Then everything changed. Lloyd accelerated.

  His footwork sharpened. His timing tightened.

  His strikes became relentless. Ren’s confident grin slipped as Lloyd forced him back, step after step. CLANG! CLANG! BAM! A driving knee to Ren’s midsection. Ren stumbled Then Lloyd twisted, planted his foot, and a spinning kick!

  His heel slammed into Ren’s chest, launching him back across the dirt. Ren rolled, coughing, eyes wide. Lloyd stood over him, breath shaking.

  “You know what, Ren…” Lloyd said quietly, voice steady but trembling with something deeper.

  “You’re right. I am a freak.” Ren blinked, thrown off. “I didn’t have friends growing up,” Lloyd continued. “I didn’t have family. I was alone for fourteen years of my life.” His fists tightened.

  “Unlike you—who had people around you, a home, a life—I had nothing. And I never chose any of it.” Ren pushed himself up slightly, confused now instead of angry. Lloyd’s voice lowered, “So I’ll tell you something… something I never wanted to say. And then you decide what you want to do.” The winds quieted around them.

  Even Ren stopped breathing for a moment.

  “My parents died when I was born,” Lloyd said. “They were killed by the Overlord.” Ren froze.

  “He went after them because of me. Because I have a power that can defeat him. My father had that power… and he gave it to me when I was born.” Ren’s eyes widened. “And my mother… she had lightning. That’s the spark you saw during sparring.” Lloyd exhaled, long and heavy.

  “I have a fate I can’t escape. I have to face the Overlord. For my parents. For everything they died to protect.” Lloyd stepped back, lowering his sword. “There. I said everything I needed to say.” His voice was calmer now—sad, but firm.

  “We’ve got ten minutes left. We’ve been fighting almost this whole exam. So choose, Ren.” He turned slightly, giving Ren space. “You wanna pass this exam… or you wanna fail ? Your call.”

  Alice and Hanzo crossed paths near the abandoned training tower—each with ribbons on their belts, each panting from their run. They stopped, facing each other. Alice raised her sword, smirking lightly. “No hard feelings, Hanzo… but I need these ribbons.” Hanzo cracked his knuckles and nodded. “Right back at you, Alice.” They lunged Blades crossed And their own duel began. The clock continued to tick down… 10 minutes left. Lloyd sprinted through the tall grass, lungs burning, eyes darting between trees and shadows. He kept replaying Ren’s voice in his head. The answer he told him echoed behind him We’ll meet in the finals Doesn’t matter what you told me… I’m still gonna win!” Lloyd smirked faintly. He pushed forward And then he saw them. A cluster of ribbons tied to broken branches, hanging from roots and bushes—almost like a hidden stash. He grabbed one—two—three— Five—six—Ten total. His heart lifted.

  This might be enough to stay in the top twelve.

  But just as he turned to move— A figure dropped down in front of him. A girl—short brown hair tied in a sharp ponytail, eyes burning with challenge.

  A curved sword rested on her shoulder as she smirked. “Well, well… look who it is,” she said.

  “Those ribbons are mine now.” Lloyd tightened his grip on his sword. “…Who are you?” She twirled her blade. “Kana. Remember the name—‘cause I’m claiming your ribbons and also you look cute, so I’ll try not to cut your face.” Lloyd blinked. He had no time for this. “Sorry… but I don’t have time to chat.” He dashed forward—

  Kana smirked and met him halfway CLANG!

  The clash echoed through the forest—And suddenly—BZZZZZZT—!!! A harsh buzzing alarm blared across the entire training field.

  Both of them froze mid-movement. The instructor’s voice amplified across the forest:

  “THE TIMER HAS ENDED!” Kana lowered her sword with an annoyed sigh. “Tch… seriously? I was about to take your ribbons Lloyd exhaled in relief. Branches rustled above as instructor drones hovered over the clearing, signaling all students to regroup. The instructor stood on a high ridge as everyone gathered below. He scanned the exhausted group of 30 before speaking: “I hope you all found the ribbons scattered across this vast forest. The exam tested your instincts, mobility, and decision making under pressure.” Silence. Then he raised a tablet and read the results. “The students who will advance are…” He paused, letting the moment hang. “Ren.” Ren smirked and folded his arms. “Alice.” Alice stepped forward, confident but still glancing toward Lloyd. “Hanzo.” Hanzo spun his sword once and rested it over his shoulder proudly. “Kana.” Kana winked at Lloyd.

  “Jiro.” A tall boy raised a hand silently. “…and Lloyd.” Lloyd felt something heavy leave his chest. He’d made it. The instructor continued:

  “Additionally, six more students will join you as the top twelve overall.” He listed them off—names that echoed through the clearing one by one. Then he raised his voice: “The next stage of the exam will be one-on-one battles.

  The winners will advance to the semifinals, then the finals.” A ripple of excitement—and fear—moved through the class. The instructor finished:

  “Rest well. Tomorrow… your true skills will be revealed.” Lloyd inhaled deeply. Ren stared at him with fire. Kana grinned with sharp interest.

  Alice looked worried. Hanzo pumped a fist in the air. And Lloyd thought—This exam… is just the beginning. The forest test was over. The sun had already set, and the city lamps flickered along the long road leading back toward the academy district. Lloyd, Hanzo, and Alice walked side by side—quiet at first, breathing out the exhaustion of the day. Alice broke the silence. “Lloyd… how do you think you did?” Her voice was soft but curious.

  Lloyd rubbed the back of his neck. “To be honest? I would’ve gotten more ribbons if it wasn’t for Ren chasing me nonstop.” He sighed.

  “But… we agreed that if we kept fighting, neither of us would get anywhere. He backed off in the end.” Hanzo shoved his hands behind his head and smirked. “Yeah, Ren’s stubborn like that.

  Alice glanced at Lloyd for a moment—she hadn’t forgotten what happened with his lightning.

  “…Did you learn how to control your power better?” Lloyd nodded slowly. “A little. Still a work in progress. “I’m learning. Let’s just say that.” They kept walking, the night breeze brushing through their hair. Alice noticed something different in Lloyd—something heavier, like he was carrying a weight that wasn’t there before the exams. Hanzo looked over. “So… what do you want to do with those powers? I mean, once you can actually control them?”

  Lloyd didn’t answer at first. Then he spoke quietly, but firmly, every word from deep inside him: “I want to avenge my parents.” Both Alice and Hanzo looked at him in surprise. Lloyd continued: “I want to make this world live in peace… without fear. I want to make it balanced—where element users and regular people can co-exist without hate.” He clenched his fist slightly, not in anger, but in resolve. “I don’t want to become a hero.” His voice dropped lower.

  “I just want to stop the evil in this world.” The street went quiet. Alice stared at him—eyes soft, a warmth she didn’t show before. Hanzo nodded once, serious for the first time that entire walk.

  Hanzo responded “And we’ll help you, man. Whatever comes.” Alice looked ahead, then at Lloyd. “…You’re not alone in this. Even if you try to be.” The three of them continued down the dim street. The calm after Lloyd’s confession lasted only a moment before Hanzo suddenly stopped walking and pointed straight at Lloyd. “I’m gonna help you to stop the overlord. Hanzo responded. “To the end. No matter what.”

  Lloyd froze mid-step and turned. “No. You can’t.”

  Hanzo blinked. “What do you mean can’t?”

  “You’ll get destroyed,” Lloyd snapped, louder than he intended. “I can’t afford for you to die.

  Hanzo stepped closer. “So that’s it? You’re just gonna push us away?” Lloyd clenched his teeth.

  he wants my powers. If I let people get close, he’ll use them against me. Use you against me.”

  Alice’s eyes widened slightly as she listened, her heart tightening. Lloyd kept going, voice rough but controlled: “I could never forgive myself if something happened to either of you because of me.” Hanzo shook his head. “You’re not listening. It doesn’t matter if he kills us or not.” That stopped Lloyd cold. Hanzo stepped right in front of him, staring him straight in the eye. “If he takes your powers, it’s game over anyway. We’ll all die. The whole world dies. So what difference does it make if we stand beside you?” Lloyd’s chest tightened. He wanted to argue—needed to argue—but the words jammed in his throat.

  Hanzo continued, voice calmer now but serious: “You can pretend we’re weak, or that we’ll be a burden. But you’re wrong. And pushing us away won’t save anyone.” Lloyd lowered his head. “…I’m sorry.” His voice was almost a whisper. Hanzo frowned. “Lloyd—” “I can’t.” Lloyd took a step back. Alice reached out instinctively, but Lloyd turned away before she could touch his arm. I’m sorry… I just can’t.” And without another word, he walked away—fast, head down, shutting them out before they could say anything else. Alice watched him disappear into the night. Her hand slowly lowered to her side. Hanzo let out a long breath. Alice just stared at the street where Lloyd was walking, the wind brushing her hair, a quiet ache forming in her chest.

  Lloyd stepped into his house, the door clicking shut behind him. For a moment he just stood there, hand still resting on the handle, head lowered. The silence of the room pressed against him like a weight. “I can’t let them die…” he whispered. His fists tightened. The memory of yesterday—the argument, the fear in their eyes, the uncertainty—stabbed at him again. He leaned his forehead against the wood of the door, breathing slowly, trying to keep himself from shaking. He knew the path he was walking. He knew where it ended. And he knew they didn’t deserve to be dragged into it.

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  The academy courtyard buzzed with excitement. Students hurried toward the arena, weapons slung across their backs, voices echoing in the crisp early air. Lloyd walked alone. He kept his hood low, eyes half-closed, mind still replaying the night before. Every step felt heavy, like chains were wrapped around his ankles.

  Then he heard a soft voice: “Lloyd.” He looked up. Alice stood in front of him, fingers clasped behind her back. Her hair shifted lightly in the morning breeze, and there was a worried softness in her brown eyes. “Hey… are you okay after yesterday?” she asked. Lloyd exhaled, turning his head slightly. “Alice… I’m fine. You don’t have to worry.” Her voice trembled for a moment. “We weren’t trying to pressure you. We just wanted you to know that we’re with you. Lloyd didn’t answer. Alice bit her lip, then said gently “I know… you and Hanzo have known each other for a good amount of time. I know I’m new to your to your group compared to him.” She placed a hand over her heart.

  “But I truly want to be by your side. As your friend. Helping you fight this battle.” Her sincerity hit him harder than any punch. Lloyd turned away, staring at the ground. “I… I get it. I really do.” His voice was quiet, strained. “But it’s too dangerous.” Alice blinked, stunned by the pain in his tone. Lloyd lifted his eyes just enough for her to see the fear behind them. “Alice… you have to understand.” His fists trembled. “I have a fate that I can’t escape.” His throat tightened.

  “And I can’t lose you in this.” The breeze went still. Alice stared at him, the weight of his words sinking deep. She stepped forward slowly, gently reaching for his arm—but stopping just short of touching. “Lloyd…” she said softly. “Why do you always act like you’re meant to be alone?” He didn’t answer. “You’re not a fate by yourself,” she whispered. “You’re a person. A person who doesn’t deserve to carry everything alone.”

  Lloyd closed his eyes, breathing in sharply—holding back the storm inside him. But before he could respond, the tournament bells rang throughout the academy grounds, shaking the air with metallic echoes. Alice looked toward the arena. “…We should go.” she said gently.

  But her eyes stayed on him for a moment longer, filled with a quiet promise. The stadium seats were slowly filling as students gathered for the start of the one-on-one tournament exams. The arena lights pulsed with energy, casting long shadows across the training grounds. The air buzzed with anticipation, voices echoing off the walls. Lloyd sat alone on one of the benches near the waiting area, elbows resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped. His eyes weren’t focused on anything—just drifting, unfixed, lost somewhere far from the arena. He barely noticed when someone approached. “Why are you spaced out?”

  Lloyd blinked and turned his head. Kana stood there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. She looked like she was trying to sound annoyed, but the concern in her face made it obvious she wasn’t.

  Lloyd sighed. “Nothing. This is still… new to me.”

  Kana gave him a look—one that said she wasn’t buying it for a second. Without waiting for an invitation, she sat next to him, her leg lightly brushing his. “You’re terrible at lying, you know.” Lloyd said nothing, eyes drifting back to the arena floor. They sat in silence for a moment before Kana leaned back slightly and asked: “Lloyd… if you win today, what will you do?”

  He blinked, caught off guard. Kana continued “You’d have options. Joining the Legion Knights… or the military… or even specialized elite units. This tournament is basically a recruitment showcase.” She looked straight ahead, her voice steady. “I want to join the Legion Knight squad.” A small smile tugged at her lips. “Always wanted to. Since I was a kid.”

  Lloyd lowered his gaze, letting her words sink in. Kana nudged his shoulder lightly. “What about you?” Lloyd paused. “…I don’t know what I want to do anymore.” Kana’s expression softened. “I was planning on joining Hanzo,” Lloyd added quietly, “but… plans change.” She turned to him slowly, studying his face. “How come?”

  Lloyd’s jaw tightened. His eyes drifted down to his hands, fingers curling. But he didn’t speak.

  He couldn’t. He swallowed hard, the weight pressing down on his chest like a stone.

  Kana stared at him for a moment, suddenly understanding that whatever he was carrying wasn’t something he could easily say out loud.

  The tournament bell rang, echoing through the arena—calling the fighters to the floor. Kana stood, brushing off her uniform. “Come on,” she said with a small grin. “Even if plans change… you’re still here. And that counts for something.” She headed toward the arena entrance. Lloyd stayed sitting for a moment longer, inhaling deeply. Then he stood and followed. The exams were about to begin. The arena lights brightened, focusing on the center stage as the twelve remaining students stood across the elevated platform. The air was sharp with tension—excitement from the crowd, nerves from the students, and the quiet determination from those who’d made it this far.

  The instructor stepped forward, clipboard in hand. “Round one… Lloyd Uzugaya vs. Kaito Renshiro.” A ripple went through the crowd.

  Some whispered. Some cheered. Hanzo, Alice, Ren, and Kana all turned to watch. Lloyd stepped forward, calm but sharp-eyed. Kaito, a tall kid with short black hair and an air of confidence, walked up as well, gripping the sword strapped to his lower back. They faced each other on the stone arena floor. The instructor raised his hand. “Begin!” The instant the word left his mouth—Kaito dashed forward, sword slashing outward with a burst of speed.

  But Lloyd moved a split-second later—his foot scraping against the floor as he flashed forward, matching Kaito’s charge. Gasps burst from the stands. Kaito’s eyes widened—he hadn’t expected Lloyd to rush him. In the blink of an eye, Lloyd slipped inside the sword’s reach.

  THUD! Lloyd’s fist slammed into Kaito’s stomach with a sharp, clean impact. Kaito’s breath left his lungs in a single painful rush. His legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, sword clattering. The crowd erupted—“WOOO!” “LLOYD!! “WHAT SPEED WAS THAT?!” Lloyd stood over him, expression unreadable, breathing steady. The instructor raised his arm. “Winner—Lloyd Uzugaya!” Lloyd stepped back, letting the crowd’s cheers wash over him without reacting. Hanzo grinned from the sidelines. Alice felt her heart skip, pride and worry mixing in her chest. Even Ren watched silently, analyzing every move. The first match was over in a single heartbeat. The crowd was still buzzing from Lloyd’s fast victory when the instructor called out the next match. “Next round—Hanzo Takeda vs. Riku Sadanori.” The reaction from the stands was instant. Riku—the tall, broad-shouldered third-year with a cold stare—had already won the academy’s combat exam once before. His reputation for precision and power made him a favorite to win the entire tournament. Hanzo rolled his shoulders, stepping forward with a half-smirk. Lloyd watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, expression tense. “This might be bad,” Lloyd muttered. Alice glanced at him. “Why?” “Riku’s a third-year. Hanzo’s only trained for a few months. He’s way too inexperienced.” Hanzo took his stance, dual-grip on his sword, feet planted but light—ready to move. Riku didn’t even bother lowering into a stance. He simply stared at Hanzo, unimpressed. “Begin!” Riku moved first—and his speed shocked everyone. He wasn’t fast like Lloyd—His movement was clean, practiced, and efficient. CLANG! His blade came down diagonally with perfect form. Hanzo blocked—but the force drove him back, boots sliding on the stone. The crowd gasped. Riku didn’t let up.

  CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Strike after strike fell with rhythm, each one sharper than the last. Hanzo blocked every blow—but barely. His arms trembled as he braced himself. Alice leaned forward. “He’s on defense already…” Lloyd nodded, jaw tight. “Yeah… but he’s holding on.”

  Hanzo gritted his teeth, stepping back, absorbing another hit. Damn… he hits like a truck. But I’m not going down that easy. Riku pressed forward, eyes cold. “You’re not bad… for a child.” Hanzo snarled, pushing off the ground to parry a downward slash. The clash rang throughout the arena. He stumbled—but didn’t fall. The crowd roared in surprise. Riku narrowed his eyes for the first time. Hanzo reset his stance, breathing harsh but steady. “I’m not backing down,” he said. “Not today.” Riku raised his sword again. Hanzo braced himself

  Riku’s next step forward felt like a wave crashing down. Hanzo planted his feet—but it wasn’t enough. CLANG! Hanzo’s guard broke open for a split second. Riku exploited it instantly. His blade swept across Hanzo’s chest. A sharp crack echoed—followed by a thin tear slicing through the fabric. Hanzo gasped as the impact sent him sliding backward across the arena floor. The audience flinched. A pale line—barely a red scratch—marked the padding under Hanzo’s shirt. Lloyd leaned forward, eyes wide.

  “He landed a clean hit…” Alice swallowed. “Hanzo…?” Lloyd shook his head, analyzing fast. “If this was a real fight, that blow would’ve been bad. But these blades—they’re dulled. And we’ve got academy padding under our clothes.” His expression tightened. “Still… he felt that.” Hanzo steadied himself, gripping his sword tighter, chest rising with a sharp inhale. He stared down at the torn fabric, at the faint scratch beneath. Riku lowered his blade slightly, his tone cold and dismissive. “If that padding wasn’t there, you’d be on the ground bleeding.” Hanzo wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb—he wasn’t bleeding, but the force had rattled him. “Yeah… maybe.” He raised his head. A grin—small but unshakeable—spread across his face. Riku’s eyes narrowed. Hanzo stepped forward again. The fight wasn’t over. Not even close. Riku came at Hanzo again the moment he steadied himself. Fast. Sharp.

  Relentless. Hanzo blocked two strikes—but the third nearly slipped through and scraped across his guard. Lloyd watched intensely from the sidelines. “Hanzo can’t out-power him…” he muttered. “The only way to win is either forcing a surrender… or knocking the sword out of his hand.” Alice nodded, gripping the railing. “But Riku’s too aggressive. He doesn’t let anyone breathe.” Lloyd’s eyes narrowed. “That’s exactly why Hanzo can beat him.” Riku swung again, his attacks like a storm. Hanzo staggered back, boots scraping the floor. Riku smirked.

  “Backing up again? Thought you said you were still standing.” Hanzo tightened his grip. “I am.”

  Riku lunged. Hanzo’s eyes widened—then something clicked. A rhythm. A pattern. Every time Riku attacked, he leaned too far forward—putting all his weight into the strike. Hanzo whispered under his breath “That’s it… he’s too aggressive.” Riku swung down, blade slicing the air. Hanzo blocked—CLANG and felt the vibration run up his arms. He’s pushing… overextending every time… Hanzo ducked under the next slash and slid left. Riku spun, annoyed.

  “Stop running and fight me!” Hanzo exhaled, calm for the first time in the match. Riku snarled and charged. Hanzo’s thoughts sharpened into one plan: If I can’t overpower him… I’m gonna use his strength against him. I need one moment—just one—when he swings too hard… and then I disarm him. He lifted his guard, feet planted.

  Riku raised his sword high, telegraphing a heavy downward strike. Hanzo smirked slightly. “There it is… come on, take the bait.” Riku roared and brought the blade down—Hanzo stepped into the blow, catching it at the weakest angle, letting the force slide off instead of clash—CLANG—SKRRT! He twisted his wrist, turning defense into a trap. Riku’s sword shook visibly—Hanzo’s eyes lit up. “Got you.” Hanzo twisted hard, trying to wrench Riku’s sword free—but Riku ripped his arm back with a burst of strength, breaking the lock. Hanzo slid backward, boots digging into the floor to keep from falling. Riku smirked. “Nice try. Thought you had me?” Hanzo exhaled through his nose, keeping his guard up. “Honestly? I figured you’d get out of it.” Riku blinked—surprised. Hanzo adjusted his stance, eyes sharp and calm. “But that wasn’t the real plan.” Riku didn’t get the chance to respond. Hanzo lunged first. A clean, sharp strike—straight toward Riku’s torso. Riku’s eyes widened, forced to bring his sword up in a rush. CLANG! The moment Riku blocked—Hanzo twisted his wrist and struck again, not at Riku—but at his sword. A perfectly timed blow. A burst of force. And Riku’s blade flew from his hand, clattering across the arena floor. The entire arena fell silent. The instructor raised his hand. “Winner—Hanzo.” Gasps rippled through the small crowd. Even Lloyd’s eyes widened. Alice smiled. “He really did it…” Hanzo stood there breathing hard, sweat dripping, but a small victorious grin forming on his face. Riku stared at his empty hand in disbelief, then looked up, shocked but grudgingly impressed. Hanzo lowered his sword respectfully. “Good match.” Riku scoffed but nodded once. “…Yeah. You too.” The crowd erupted. Hanzo pushed open the heavy locker room door, exhaling as the adrenaline began to fade from his bloodstream. The wide room was lined with benches, metal lockers, and spare training pads. A few students were already there—some nervous, some fired up for their own matches.

  Lloyd and Alice slipped in moments later. Alice reached Hanzo first. “Hanzo! That was insane! You disarmed him clean!” Lloyd clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You proved me wrong, man. That was crazy good.” Hanzo let out a breathy laugh, still catching his breath. “Thanks, guys… It took everything I had. I thought he’d break my wrist with how hard he swung.” Just then Kana strolled in, sword resting lightly across her shoulder, her jacket half unzipped from warming up. She eyed Lloyd immediately. “Lloyd…” she said, hands on her hips. “You gonna wish me good luck, or do I have to drag it out of you?” Lloyd blinked—caught completely off guard.

  “I—I mean—uh—yeah. Good luck.” Kana grinned. Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “Well, well… Mr. Popular.” Lloyd frowned. “What are you talking about?” Hanzo crossed his arms. “Kana doesn’t play well with others. Like—not at all. I’ve never seen her talk to someone twice.The instructor’s voice boomed through the speakers: “Next match—Kana versus Ryden

  The crowd murmured with interest. Ryden was tall, lean, confident. known for his precision more than his strength. He stepped into the arena with calm footsteps. Kana, meanwhile, walked with the grounded swagger of a fighter who already knew the outcome. Lloyd, Alice, and Hanzo leaned over the railing from the viewing room. “Begin!” Ryden vanished forward first—a clean dash, blade already mid-swing. Kana didn’t even flinch. CLANG! She blocked with one hand.

  Hanzo’s eyes widened. “Her reaction time…” Ryden pushed harder, trying to overpower her. Kana tilted her head, bored. “Is that all you’ve got?” Ryden gritted his teeth and struck again—faster, sharper, angles changing mid-air. She parried every strike. Every. Single. One Her movements were smooth, almost elegant. No wasted motion. No hesitation. Lloyd leaned closer to the window. “She’s barely trying.” Ryden leapt back, regrouping. He took a deep breath and shifted into his advanced stance—knees bent, sword pointed straight at Kana’s chest. The crowd murmured. Alice whispered, “He’s going all in.” Ryden sprinted forward with everything he had. Kana let him get close—almost too close. At the last moment, she pivoted to the side and slipped around behind him. Her blade hovered at his neck before he even realized what happened. “Checkmate.” Her voice was calm, unimpressed. Ryden froze. The instructor raised his hand. “Winner—Kana!” The room erupted with cheers—some shocked, some thrilled, some terrified. Kana lowered her sword and walked off without a glance back, expression unreadable. Hanzo whistled. “Remind me to never piss her off.” Lloyd swallowed. “…Yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”

  The tournament moved fast after Kana’s overwhelming victory. The instructor stepped forward again, voice echoing: “Next matches—Ren, Jiro, and Alice. Proceed to the arena floors.” Lloyd, Hanzo, and the other advancing students watched from the stands as the final matches of the day played out one after another. Ren stepped into the arena with his usual cold confidence. His opponent—a strong second-year wielding a heavy two-handed blade—looked ready to crush him with raw force. The moment the instructor yelled “Begin!”, Ren didn’t hesitate. He exploded forward, his strikes sharp, aggressive, relentless. Lloyd folded his arms. “He’s not wasting time.” Ren dodged a wide swing, dipped under the blade, and slammed his pommel into the student’s ribs. CRACK—! The boy stumbled. Ren kicked his leg out from under him and pointed the sword down at his chest. The boy tapped the ground twice.

  Winner—Ren! Ren flicked imaginary dust from his blade and walked off the stage without a word. Jiro tied his headband tighter as he entered next. His opponent was a fast, agile first-year known for her footwork. She darted around him in tight circles. Hanzo said, “If Jiro can’t pin her down, he’s in trouble.” But Jiro waited… patient… calm… Then, in one precise movement, he swept low, kicking her legs out just as she stepped in. She hit the ground hard, her sword flying out of her hand. Cheering erupted. “Winner—Jiro!” Alice walked into the arena with a silent determination. Her opponent looked nervous—rightfully so. Lloyd leaned forward, eyes fixed. The instructor called, “Begin!” Alice was already moving. Her footwork was sharp, clean—her swings controlled but powerful. She landed three hits in quick succession, pushing her opponent back until he lost footing and dropped his weapon. “Winner—Alice!” She didn’t smirk. She then walked calmly off the stage. Lloyd felt a small smile tug at his lips. She was getting stronger. Faster. More confident. Two more students claimed victory in their respective matches. When all matches concluded, the instructor gathered everyone near the arena platform. Twelve students had entered this round. But only eight had advanced. He raised the board screen behind him, displaying their names Ren,Jiro,Alice,Lloyd,Hanzo,Kana,Sato,hina The instructor spoke with authority “Congratulations. You eight have proven yourselves through the first half of the tournament. The quarterfinals will take place… in two days.” The room filled with murmurs and rising tension. “Use the time wisely,” he added. “The one-on-ones will only get harder from here.” Everyone exchanged glances. Enemies sizing one another up.

  Friends wondering if they’d soon have to fight. Lloyd could already feel the pressure settling onto his shoulders. Two days…. The arena lights dimmed as the day’s matches ended. Lloyd and Hanzo walked toward the locker area, both exhausted, both quiet, bags slung over their shoulders. Hanzo groaned while shoving his gear inside his bag. “Man… I don’t wanna come to class tomorrow,” he muttered. “I’m exhausted.” Lloyd let out a small tired laugh. “Yeah… same. I don’t want to either.” Hanzo zipped his bag shut. Hanzo raised a brow. But hey just imagine us fighting in the finals.” He pointed at Lloyd with a smirk.

  “I won’t hold back. And I suggest you don’t either.” Lloyd returned a small smile.

  “Alright then. Neither will I.” Hanzo’s smirk faded, replaced by something more serious.

  “Look… Lloyd.” Lloyd paused, sensing the shift.

  Hanzo continued, “I know what you said before. About not wanting us in your battles. About leaving you out of the overlord stuff.”

  His voice tightened—almost like he was holding back emotion. “But that’s not your choice to make.” Lloyd looked up slowly. Hanzo stepped closer, tone firm yet sincere. “You’re the only friend I’ve had who feels like an actual brother. Not just some classmate. Not some teammate. A brother. And I’m not gonna let you fight this alone—even if it costs me.” A long silence hung between them. As they walked toward the exit, Hanzo nudged Lloyd with his elbow. “So… what’s with you and Kana?” Lloyd blinked.

  “What? What do you mean?” Hanzo smirked wider. “she’s been staring at you since the ribbon exam. She even talks different around you.” Lloyd sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

  “I don’t know what her deal is. We only met during the first exam. I’m just focused on this tournament… that’s all.” Hanzo folded his arms. “You sure? ’Cause she seems— “Hanzo.”

  Lloyd cut him off gently. “I’m serious. I’m still deciding if I should follow you into the Legion Knights or not. But right now… my only goal is winning this tournament.” Hanzo nodded once, satisfied. “Then let’s win it. And when the finals come… we’ll settle this the right way.” The two boys walked out of the academy together, the setting sun hitting the courtyard. Night settled over the city, quiet and still—but Lloyd’s home wasn’t. Inside his backyard training space, Lloyd moved like a blur. His sword sliced through the air—shff, shff, shff—each swing sharper, faster, cleaner than the last.

  His footwork tightened, steps becoming lighter, quicker. Every stance transitioned smoother than before, no hesitation, no wasted movement. He breathed in, centered himself, and—CRACK— his sword cut the air with a speed he had never reached. He paused, sweating, gripping the hilt with steady hands. “Grandfather was right… control the movement first. Build the foundation.” His muscles burned, but the motions were becoming natural. His reflexes sharper. His balance more exact. He wasn’t the same Lloyd who walked into the last exam. The academy gates stood tall as usual, students rushing in, chattering, preparing for warm-ups. Lloyd approached the entrance when he heard—“Yo, Lloyd!” Hanzo jogged over, swinging his bag over his shoulder, a grin plastered on his face. “You ready for today? Quarter finals tomorrow—we gotta make sure we stay sharp.” Before Lloyd could respond, Alice walked up beside them, adjusting her gloves.

  “Morning.” She gave them both a small smile. “Thought I’d meet you two here.” Hanzo raised a brow. “All of us early? Must be a miracle.” Alice shrugged. “We’re in the top eight. No time to slack.” Lloyd nodded. “Yeah… let’s head inside.” They entered the training hall—wide, open, sunlight pouring in from high windows. The instructor blew his whistle. “Top eight! Line up! We’re doing warm-ups—movement flow, burst dashes, reaction drills. Let’s see that form!” Lloyd, Hanzo, and Alice lined up side by side. Movement drills began. They sprinted back and forth across the hall—quick footwork, sharp pivots, explosive starts. Hanzo kept pace with Lloyd, pushing himself harder. Alice’s movements were precise and controlled, her reaction time razor-sharp. Next were reaction drills—targets popping up randomly on the walls. Lloyd’s eyes narrowed—shft! He dashed and touched each target with perfect timing.

  Alice flowed gracefully between hers, hitting them with flawless form. Hanzo powered through with quick bursts, breathing heavily but keeping up. Then came stance and guard transitions, switching positions at high speed while maintaining control. Lloyd’s improvements were unmistakable—his stances settled deeper, his sword movements more fluid, his footwork lighter than ever. Hanzo noticed and smirked. “Okay, Lloyd… I see you leveling up.” Alice glanced over too. “Yeah… you’re moving differently.” Lloyd simply exhaled. “I have to. Quarter finals aren’t gonna be easy.” The sun hung high over the academy, casting long shadows across the training yard where the top eight students had gathered. Targets, dummies, obstacle markers—everything was set for the pre–quarter-final prep session. The instructor stepped forward with a clipboard. “Listen up! Tomorrow begins the quarter finals. I will now announce the matchups.” The students straightened, tension thick in the air. The instructor read them off “Match 1: Lloyd Uzugaya vs Jiro Fenshin.” Jiro smirked at Lloyd from across the class. “Match 2: Hanzo Takeda

  vs Mina Makai.” Hanzo stiffened—hina was the strong second year. “Match 3: Alice Kisaragi

  vs Kana Saito.” Alice and Kana exchanged sharp looks—a silent promise of a serious fight. “Match 4: Ren Maruyama vs Sota Haru.” Ren’s expression didn’t change. Cold. Focused. Calculating. “You all will spar lightly today—no full-force blows. Just refine your movement patterns, forms, and styles. Get to it.” The students dispersed into pairs or solo training zones. Alice approached Lloyd as he tightened the grip tape on his sword. “So… Jiro, huh?” she said, swinging her practice blade. “He’s technical. Precise. He’ll try to break your rhythm.”

  Lloyd nodded. “I know. His footwork is clean too. He likes counterattacks.” Alice smiled a little. “Then don’t give him anything to counter.” Lloyd blinked. “How do I do that?”

  She stepped into her stance—smooth, centered, balanced. “Easy. Control the pace. Set the tempo, force him to react to you. If he’s reacting, he’s already losing.” Lloyd watched carefully as she demonstrated quick shifts—

  a fast advance, a sudden retreat, a lateral movement. Clean. Intentional. Efficient. Lloyd mirrored her steps, but she tapped his wrist lightly. “Too tense. You’re tightening before you swing.” He exhaled. Tried again. She nodded.“Better. You pick up things fast.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… I had a good teacher.”

  Alice blinked, cheeks faintly warming, though she tried to hide it. “D-Don’t say things like that so casually…” Lloyd tilted his head. “Huh?”“N-Nothing! Just—focus!” She swung at him lightly again, forcing him to block. Their blades tapped—clack clack clack—light, controlled exchanges. Lloyd stepped back. “You nervous about fighting Kana?” Alice put her sword down for a moment. “…Yeah. She’s good. Fast, aggressive. But—” She placed a hand over her chest. “I want to prove I belong here. I didn’t make top eight by accident.” Lloyd nodded, meeting her eyes. “You’ll win. I know you will.” Alice blinked—caught off guard. Her heartbeat kicked once, sharp. “You… really think so?” “Yeah.” He smiled. “You’re one of the strongest in our whole class.” Alice looked away quickly. “Stop… saying things like that…” Her voice softened. Almost shy. “But… thanks.” They stepped apart, resuming their stances, training in sync—slashing, stepping, blocking, pivoting—a perfect rhythm forming between them. Training rang through the yard—steel cutting the air, feet grinding into the earth—until the instructor finally called “Break! Ten minutes!” Students immediately collapsed onto benches, panting and gulping water. Lloyd kept swinging. Again. And again. Sweat dripping, breath sharp, movements getting faster. Alice wiped her forehead and sighed. “Lloyd… you’re still going?” He didn’t stop. “I don’t have time for breaks. If I wanna win—I have to keep training.” She exchanged a look with Hanzo. They both knew that tone. Focused. Obstinate. Heavy. The break ended, training resumed, and hours later when the sun dipped, class dismissed. Students funneled out, but Lloyd slipped away without a word. Hanzo slung his bag over his shoulder and looked around.

  “Yo, Alice. Lloyd leave already?” Alice tightened her strap. “Yeah… he went on by himself today.” Hanzo exhaled slowly. “…He’s pushing himself too hard.” Alice didn’t answer. Lloyd walked alone through the quiet evening streets, his footsteps echoing softly as he climbed the old stone steps leading to the ancient temple on the hill. Torches lit the entrance. And waiting inside—sitting calmly on a meditation cushion—was Raiden. His grandfather. Guardian of the Storm Temple. The man who carried centuries of knowledge in his eyes. Lloyd bowed respectfully and sat across from him. For a long moment, they meditated in silence—the room lit only by flickering candles, the soft hum of energy in the air. Finally, Lloyd opened his eyes “Grandfather… I reached the quarter finals.” Raiden’s eyes crested open, a faint smile on his lips. “I see.” “I’m fully focused,” Lloyd continued. “I’m not letting anything distract me.” Raiden nodded, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Then his gaze sharpened. “Tell me, Lloyd… has your power lost control again? Has it activated without your intention since that day?” Lloyd hesitated—only for a breath. “…No. It hasn’t. But… I can feel it. Inside of me.” He placed a hand over his chest. “It’s there. Waiting. Like a storm that doesn’t end.” Raiden’s expression shifted—stern, but proud. A slow smirk grew across his face. “Then perhaps…” He rose to his feet, the air around him crackling faintly, the temple’s candles flickering as if reacting to his presence. “…it is time for a different kind of training.” Lloyd stood as well, tightening his grip on his wooden practice sword. “Training…? What kind?” Raiden turned, walking deeper into the temple—the air growing colder, thicker with old energy. He looked over his shoulder. Eyes glowing faint blue. “The kind that prepares you for what sleeps inside you.” The chamber beneath the temple roared open—ancient stone splitting apart as Raiden stepped inside with Lloyd following close behind. Blue arcs of electricity pulsed across the walls like veins coming alive. Raiden raised his hand. “Lloyd… apply your lightning. All of it.” Lloyd inhaled sharply, grounding his stance. His heartbeat thudded once—twice—and then—

  BWOOOM—!! Lightning erupted across his entire body, flickering wildly around his arms, legs, back, even the tips of his hair. The air trembled with raw voltage. His eyes glowed—a bright electric blue. Lloyd clenched his fists as the crackling aura wrapped around him.

  “Alright…” he whispered, breath sharp. “Let’s test how far I’ve come.” With a flash of blue light, Lloyd vanished, blasting forward even faster than he ever had in the first exam. The ground cracked behind him, stone dust exploding where his foot launched off. Raiden’s eyes widened slightly. (His speed has doubled since the sparring incident…) Lloyd skidded to a stop, his aura still surging, He panted, clutching his arm. “The control… it’s still hard to maintain—” The lightning around his arm burst wildly, then stabilized again as he forced his breathing steady. “—but I’ll get there.” Raiden smirked, lowering into a stance.

  “Then come. Show me your progress.” Lloyd nodded and dashed again—this time straight toward Raiden. CLASH!! Their wooden blades met with a crack that echoed through the chamber, electricity sparking from Lloyd’s strike. Raiden moved fluidly, redirecting every attack, but Lloyd’s speed was far beyond their first training sessions. Raiden pressed forward, sweeping low. Lloyd jumped back, landing in a roll and charging again—his lightning aura flaring brighter with each movement. “Your body…” Raiden said between deflecting strikes,

  “…has already started adapting to the strain.” Lloyd’s blade hummed with electricity as he pushed Raiden back a single step—something he had never managed before. Raiden’s smile widened. “Good.” Another clash. Another burst of blue sparks. “Soon… you will be able to use your lightning at full force without losing control.” Lloyd’s lightning flared intensely—

  his speed spiking again—his aura stabilizing for longer than before. For the first time… Lloyd felt like the lightning wasn’t just bursting from him—It was responding to him. The ancient temple doors slid closed behind Lloyd as he left, his footsteps fading down the stone path. The air grew quiet—only the gentle hum of fading lightning remained inside the chamber. Raiden stepped outside, letting the cool night air wash over him. He walked to the cliff’s edge where the mountains overlooked the city lights far below. The sky was clear… stars scattered across the darkness like tiny sparks of fate. Raiden slowly sat down, folding his hands over his knees. The wind moved softly. His expression softened—something no one else ever saw. “Don’t worry…” Raiden murmured to the sky. His voice carried warmth and sorrow all at once. “Your son is doing fine.” He exhaled, looking toward the moonlight reflecting off the temple roof. “He will be strong… stronger than any of us ever were.” The breeze brushed his silver hair as he closed his eyes. “Misako… my daughter…” His voice cracked with a rare emotion. “Your son looks just like you.” Silence settled—heavy, honest. Raiden placed a hand over his chest, over the place where his heart tightened every time he thought of the past.

  “He will bring peace to this world.” The sky above glowed faintly, as if listening. “I promise you that.”