(Nava's POV)
It's been six months since that blonde devil took me in as his disciple.
Six months of pain, training, and borderline torture.
And just four months ago, I got myself a fellow student.
I still remember that day clearly — there I was, practicing kicks when Adam, that demon of a teacher, casually introduced a new boy to me.
His name? Lan.
He looked… kind of cute, actually. Short black hair streaked with faint blue lines, sharp eyes, a calm face, and a posture that screamed discipline. He was taller than me — by a head at least — and wielded both a bow and a sword.
Adam gifted him weapons that looked like they came straight out of the year 2099. His sword had a transparent blade glowing neon-blue, and his bow could generate arrows on its own — so long as Lan stored enough Honkai energy within it.
And me? Three months ago, Adam decided to give me a gauntlet.
A freaking gauntlet — while I was focusing on leg-based martial arts.
Sometimes I wonder if my teacher gets a kick out of making my life harder.
Still, I can't deny that training's paid off. I've finally completed the basics of Renewal Taekwondo two months ago. You'd think that'd make Adam happy — but no, that devil decided to start teaching me about gravity.
"Why do I even need to study gravity," I muttered one day, "when I'm supposed to kick a Honkai beast to death?"
And yet… I ended up using those lessons. Sort of.
Just recently, I awakened a Stigmata — The Stigmata of Stars, Adam called it.
He said it matched me perfectly, since I was already learning how to control atomic movement.
Still no clue why he's forcing me to study thermodynamics and cryogenics, though.
As for Lan? He awakened one too — a Natural Stigmata that enhances his precision and body control so perfectly that he can literally stop his heartbeat without dying.
No joke. He's freaky.
What can we do, anyway?
That teacher of ours is so far beyond us that it's not even funny.
Once, Lan and I sparred against him together.
He didn't even use a real weapon.
Just strings.
Literal. Strings.
They were everywhere — thin enough that we could walk right through them.
And yet, somehow, Adam used them to weave a massive construct, a string-made monster, easily twenty feet tall.
A chariot-sized beast of pure threads.
We attacked it from all sides — me with my kicks and Lan with his bow — but nothing worked.
Renewal Taekwondo's Silla? Useless.
Gor Yo? Worthless.
Even Screw Punch didn't scratch it.
In the end, we lost. Horribly.
He didn't even get a single speck of dust on his shirt.
"One day," I swore under my breath, glaring up at him as he smiled that calm, infuriating smile,
"Just you wait, blondie. Once I master my powers, I'll defeat you."
(Lan's POV)
It's been three months since Teacher Adam saved me from a massive Honkai beast that nearly killed me.
Since then, my life has been… strangely peaceful, if you can call constant exhaustion "peaceful."
In those three months, I gained my own weapon, mastered their basic use, and learned two of Adam's self-made techniques:
Origin of the Unknown — a sword technique focused on deception and speed.
Reignbow Technique — a bow art designed for hunting.
They sound weird, right? Teacher's naming sense is terrible.
But even if his naming sense sucks, his teaching doesn't. Every technique feels like it's meant for something greater.
I've also noticed something else about him. He's always… observing.
Not just during training — always.
Like he's predicting every single thing we'll do in life.
Except when we're bathing. Thank god.
There was one time when Sister Nava and I were sent to fetch something from his room.
Inside, we saw seven piles of books stacked neatly in the corner.
Out of curiosity, Nava picked one up and read the title aloud:
"Recoilless Concept of Renewal Taekwondo."
She froze for a second. I could tell by her face — it was something advanced.
Something she hadn't learned yet.
I grabbed one too.
Mine read:
"Complete Compilation of the Reignbow Technique."
That day, something inside me shifted.
If he'd written all this — if he trusted us to one day reach that level — then I couldn't stay lazy.
Since then, I've been training harder.
One day, I'll earn the right to read every single page he wrote.
(Omni POV)
Unseen by both Lan and Nava, Adam was quietly observing them from the viewing deck.
His sharp eyes traced their movements with silent precision, while his pen moved swiftly across a notebook, recording data, ideas, and theories.
"Rosy," he said without looking up, "if we were to rank them using Schicksal's standards, where would they stand?"
Rosy's voice chimed through the air, calm and analytical:
"[Rosy calculates: Nava stands at peak B-rank Valkyrie, while Lan ranks as low-to-mid B-rank knight, Host Adam.]"
"Just as I thought," Adam murmured. "They're growing fast. Faster than expected."
He paused, smiling faintly as he wrote another line.
"After Lan finishes the basics of Reignbow Technique, I'll start teaching him biology.
And once Nava masters atomic de-acceleration using that device, I'll move her to life skills."
Rosy tilted her head.
"[Host Adam, aren't you… torturing them?]"
Adam chuckled softly.
"No, Rosy. Torture is meaningless without purpose.
What I'm doing is preparation.
The knowledge I give them now will save their lives later."
Rosy hovered silently for a moment, her tiny mechanical eyes dimming slightly.
Even she could feel pity for the two students, knowing that Adam's "love" came wrapped in cruel training.
"The future belongs to them," Adam said finally, his voice lowering.
"Once this one-year training ends — and we're already halfway through — I'll let them walk their own paths."
He sighed, his gaze turning distant.
"I'll make sure they end up at St. Freya. After that… they'll be free."
There was a pause. For a moment, Adam's calm mask cracked, and a trace of sadness slipped through.
"They're like my children, Rosy.
Watching them grow only to leave — it's harder than I expected."
Rosy hesitated, then asked softly:
"[Host Adam, when will you give them the Emperor-class Honkai Beast gene — and turn them into MANTIS?]"
Adam's expression hardened again, his voice calm and absolute.
"In about five more months, Rosy."
He closed his notebook with a soft snap.
The faint gold title gleamed under the arena lights:
『Origin's Finality』
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Don't like this how this chapter ended but oh well it's easier to write Nava's and lans personality than Adam
Now I added a new character, his name sounds familiar right (intensely looking at the other honkai)