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After more than an hour in the forest, Krista was gasping for breath as she tried for the fifth time to summon her energy in a steady flow. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead, and her hands were trembling.
Neil extended his hand before her calmly and said:
— Again… Don't lose focus. Let the energy flow from your heart, not from your fear.
She clenched her fists, trying to gather what she had learned. Finally, faint, translucent threads began to wrap around her forearms, quivering lightly but clearly visible.
Neil opened his eyes slightly, as if seeing something that pleased him:
— There it is… This time, you succeeded.
Krista opened her eyes quickly, breathing as if she had run for miles, but a small, almost unbelievable smile crept onto her lips:
— …I… did it…
Neil nodded without smiling and said in a calm tone:
— This training… no one's done it before me. It's my own method. That's why you'll learn something no one else knows.
Krista placed a hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating faster than she had expected. Something about the idea that Neil had created a unique method just for her filled her with a strange pride… and admiration she didn't know how to hide.
She quickly averted her eyes but whispered hesitantly:
— Thank you… for this…
He didn't reply. He simply gestured for her to prepare again and said:
— Don't stop now. We've got a lot to do before nightfall.
Krista was still trying to regulate her breathing after the long training session, her cheeks burning from effort and embarrassment. She looked up at Neil to ask him something, but before she could speak, a cold voice came from behind her:
— Neil… There you are.
Her heartbeat quickened as she turned around. There, at the edge of the forest, stood Adam Ethan. His clothes were simple, his gaze still, but his presence alone made the air feel heavier.
She looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to appear at this time. He didn't seem to notice her at all; his eyes were fixed only on Neil.
Neil lifted his head slightly and said calmly:
— Adam… I didn't expect you to come.
Adam replied in a low, almost emotionless voice:
— I was looking for you. There's something I want to say.
Neil raised a hand as if to reassure her and said with a calm smile:
— Don't worry, Krista.
She hesitated before asking:
— Is… is there a problem between you two?
Neil shook his head lightly and replied with a relaxed voice:
— Not at all. In fact, I invited him.
Her eyes widened in surprise:
— You invited him?
He replied while glancing at Adam, who remained motionless:
— Yes. We agreed that he'd fight me almost every day. And now you're here too… it's two against one.
He paused, then added with a slight smile:
— That's fine… It benefits everyone.
Krista felt her heart beating at a strange rhythm. She couldn't tell if it was from surprise or something deeper. She looked at Adam, whose face showed no expression, only staring at Neil as if nothing else in the world mattered.
A silent fear pressed on her chest, and a heavy curiosity crept into her mind, threatening to scatter everything she had learned today.
Why… why does Neil fight?
She wondered as she studied Adam's lifeless features:
Why does this boy… seem different? Why does he fight him every day?
She tried to find reassurance in Neil's expression, but all she saw was his strange calmness, which only deepened her confusion.
Once more, she looked at Adam and wondered with deep fear and uncontrollable curiosity:
What kind of person are you? And why don't I feel with you what I feel with others?
At that moment, the small forest no longer felt peaceful.
Neil stood with confidence, his arm hanging at his side, while Adam stared at him with the same cold gaze he'd had since he arrived. Between them, Krista stood, clenching her hands and breathing deeply, trying to steady herself against the tension.
Adam didn't move right away. He stood silently, observing, but his eyes betrayed an inner turmoil, as if still haunted by the ghost of that night.
The night I saw my mother's face disappear forever…
The night I realized I had nothing… but this helplessness.
A small tremor crept into his hand, but he quickly hid it and stepped forward.
Neil: (smiling faintly) "Finished thinking? I don't have much time."
Krista took a step forward, her heart pounding. She raised her hand quickly, trying to cast a direct magical strike, but Neil moved like lightning. With a sharp, swift strike, he knocked her hand aside and forced her to step back.
Neil: "Don't focus on fear. Focus on intent."
Then, without warning, he gathered part of his energy, raised his right hand, and the glow of magic intensified around his body. The aura surrounding him made Krista feel a choking pressure in her chest, but despite that, she raised her hands again and summoned an attack spell with a pale blue hue.
Krista: (in a shaky voice) "I won't back down…!"
She fired her spell toward his chest, but Neil didn't wait for it to hit. With two quick steps, he closed the distance and delivered a sharp strike to her shoulder, pushing her back a full meter, followed by another light blow to her forearm that broke her concentration.
In those few seconds, Adam saw his chance. He stepped forward silently, raised his hand, and charged a powerful strike aimed at Neil's exposed side.
But Neil didn't seem flustered. He spun quickly—so fast Krista gasped in awe—and bent his body with incredible fluidity, dodging the blow by a hair, then stood upright and gave a short smile—not mocking, but confident.
Neil: "Alright… this is going to be fun."
Krista hesitated for a moment, her hands trembling from pain and confusion, but she bit her lower lip and tried to focus again. She gathered magic in her palms, her breath quickening, then shouted:
Krista: "I won't let you look down on me!"
But while she was preparing to attack, Adam stood still. His eyes didn't follow Neil's movements or the glowing magic in Krista's hands—they were distant, lost in thought.
Why… why am I thinking like this?
Everything feels different. Even my thoughts… I think like adults, or maybe I always did…
He didn't feel anger or challenge. Just a cold awareness that this way of thinking used to bother him. Now, it didn't just bother him… it was a burden, like a wall between him and any clear emotion.
Is this the only way to get stronger? To think like them?
But he didn't dwell long on his doubts. A flicker of an idea pierced through—a theory. Something he hadn't tried before, but it felt dangerously logical.
It's not just about strength… it's about prediction. He reads our moves like a book.
He lowered his hand slightly and began watching Neil's breathing closely. The number of steps, the rhythm of his movements, the distance between each exhale.
If I can… for just one moment… make him expect something, then do the opposite… maybe… just maybe… I can break that cursed advantage.
His lips didn't move, but a cold spark lit up in his eyes.
He looked at Krista, who was preparing to release her magic.
Then refocused on the confident blond standing before them.
I'll find a way to defeat you… Neil.
Of course, here's the scene in detailed, intense style:
Neil stood with his hands in his pockets, a faint smile mixing serenity with arrogance. His eyes watched their movements like a teacher observing children pretending to be grown-ups.
Neil (calmly):
"Only five percent… That's all I need."
His voice was soft, but the weight of it struck both Adam and Krista at once.
Adam didn't respond. At that moment, something inside him snapped. He launched forward with a power he'd never shown before, his fist charged with focused energy.
Krista (in awe, whispering):
"He's… really moving…"
She didn't wait any longer. Krista placed her palms in front of her chest, her eyes shut briefly, but instead of summoning magic as usual, something else came to mind.
"Every pain… every disappointment… every moment of fear…"
A spark flashed in her memory: Neil's training and the phrase he repeated:
"Draining energy… don't let pain destroy you. Steal it. Make it yours."
She felt the heat of past pain in her chest. The sting of weakness every time Neil outshone her, every time she thought she was just a lost girl among stronger ones.
But this time, the pain transformed into something else. Into power.
She opened her eyes quickly, and dark blue magic burst from her hands, wrapping around her arms and chest like armor.
In that moment, Neil watched them lazily… then raised an eyebrow.
Neil (muttering):
"Huh?"
Adam moved first, his fist glowing with focused attack energy, faster and sharper than ever before. Behind him, Krista followed, opening her hands to unleash a blast of magic forged from her own pain.
Neil gave a small smile—not mocking, but genuinely impressed.
Neil:
"You two… are actually making this interesting…"
Then he steadied his stance, thinking that if this keeps up, he might have to raise his power just a little… just a little.