After Silver talked with his father, he ran off to meet Bruda, his combat instructor for two years now. Bruda was the one who suggested Silver tell his father that he had awakened his Aura and start focusing on combat a bit more. Instead of the usual two times a week, the number of meetings they should have would be doubled to have the best effect and create a future where Silver would become a warrior feared and respected in the desert.
"Greetings, Young Moon," said Bruda with his hand on his chest, greeting Silver, as even though Silver was just seven years old, Bruda still needed to show respect, knowing who Silver's father was.
"Hah, even after two years, Uncle Bruda. May the Moon be with you, Bruda," said Silver, accepting Bruda's greetings. "Uncle Bruda, I think I want to try my Aura for the first time today, so you may continue your work if you've got any," said Silver calmly. He knew that even if everyone volunteered to teach him, everyone had their own work. It was just that they felt it would be an honor to become the teacher of the Young Moon.
"It is fine, Young Moon. I shall stay to watch over if something does happen," said Bruda with a smile. He knew that one day this boy would change the desert, and deep in his heart, he felt honored to be part of the line of teachers who taught him things he had yet to learn.
Silver stood still with a sword in one hand. He fell into his most focused state, not even minding his surroundings. The air around him shifted as crackles of lightning, dark in color, appeared around his body. The lightning seemed to devour the space around it, leaving even the air dead, as if something was preventing it from existing.
'There it is, a lightning that devours space? Let's try to spread it out and see what happens, I guess,' Silver said in his thoughts after materializing his Aura. With a burst of air, his Aura expanded in all directions, surprising Bruda, who stood at the edge of the training ground. The lightning that spread all over the place seemed to eat away everything it touched. Bruda then tried to send a tiny Aura wave toward Silver to see what would happen, but shock appeared on his face as his Aura wave ceased to exist. It felt like the Aura he sent had never existed in the first place. Once again, Bruda tried, now with a stronger wave, but the same thing happened, which made even Bruda frightened by what he had just witnessed.
As Bruda kept sending waves of Aura toward him, Silver realized what Bruda was trying to do but did not know what was happening, so he stopped. Not because he wanted to, but because the amount of Aura he consumed in those five seconds felt like it had almost drained him completely. Silver opened his eyes. The once energetic boy now looked like he had just run a marathon. His eyes were heavy, and his skin pale. "I never knew it was that exhausting…" he said while grinning after seeing Bruda's face, then passed out. Before Silver hit the ground, Bruda rushed to him and caught him midair. He then looked around the training ground; faint static electricity was everywhere.
"Domain?" said Bruda in disbelief. "It can't be. Someone who awakened Aura no more than a week ago has his own domain?" Bruda said to no one, as what he saw was truly something that should not happen in the first place, something no one should be able to do in their life without an equal price to pay. Bruda then tried to sense Silver's Aura and saw that it seemed depleted, no trace of it left, not even a strand. Even for someone who had just awakened, usually they would have enough Aura to maintain it for at least a minute, but only five seconds had passed, and the area affected was only the training ground, which was not normal.
"The cost is the amount of Aura it uses? It seems the Young Moon needs to use his power sparingly, even as he grows. The amount needed for a prolonged battle between Aura Masters, if he uses this ability, would be massive," spoke Bruda as he began to understand how Silver's Aura worked. After about two hours of Silver being unconscious, he finally woke up. His Aura, which had been depleted, was partially replenished. Bruda then explained what he had found about Silver's Aura, but Silver's eyes were focused elsewhere — on the place where he had released his burst of Aura, the training ground.
Bruda did not even see it, but Silver did. On the dome he had just created lay scattered lightning traces. He felt like they were connected to him in some way, so he stood up, looking at the closest lightning trace. He then looked back toward Bruda. "Uncle, do you see this?" Silver asked.
"Huh? What? Air?" said Bruda, not knowing what Silver meant when he asked that question.
'Even Uncle Bruda doesn't see it, hmm, let's see,' Silver thought. He then made that trace of lightning residue into a mark. After he thought of it, the once lightning residue turned into something more stable and appeared as some kind of mark on his head. He could somehow sense where that mark was and felt it appear. It felt like it existed in the very space he was in, yet none of it existed in reality.
Silver then walked back ten steps, his eyes still locked on that mark. After thinking for a bit, he realized that he could still feel the mark even after turning his back. He knew where the mark was, like some kind of coordinate he would remember indefinitely. 'So the lightning seems to make Aura disappear, and when I first tried it, I felt that it ate away the space around me. So, what if my Aura didn't make other Aura disappear, but instead it just ate away everything, even space itself? So if I… do this, what would happen?' Silver thought in his mind.
He then tried to will his Aura to eat away the space connecting himself to the mark he had left. He imagined it like the space between the two did not exist and shortened indefinitely, like when you fold paper while playing origami. When Silver willed it, time itself seemed to stop. Space cracked, and crackling thunder sounds could be heard. Everything happened in an instant. Bruda, who was standing nearby, felt an instantaneous trace of Aura being used, but then it just blasted through, appearing in some other part of the training ground.
Bruda was a veteran warrior. He could sense Aura or presence before his eyes could even see it. Usually, he only used this ability when the enemy was faster than him. And then, he felt it. Silver moved so fast that even his ability to sense his enemy lagged behind. It even felt like he could sense two presences in one moment. Bruda stood still, not even knowing how to react or what to do in that situation. He had just witnessed a speed he never knew could exist.
"Ah, it works," Silver said after realizing what he had just done. "Let's call it… hmm, I don't know, the Flying Dark Thunder God Heavenly Step? Something like that?" Bruda heard what Silver said and stood still in disbelief, not because of Silver's naming sense, which seemed idiotic, but because of what he had just done.
Silver also felt that the move he had just performed did not consume much Aura. It was almost negligible compared to its effect. Silver then looked around the training ground. He placed five more marks around, also placing some dummies to knock over at each mark, with some distance separating them. He walked back again, now at the edge of the training ground, much farther than before. He could feel that the Aura in his body was almost depleted, but he still wanted to try it again. 'It seems creating the marks costs more than using them, huh,' he thought.
He looked over toward Bruda, then showed him a wide grin. "Uncle Bruda, I think I'm going to make you go crazy." After saying that, Silver gripped his wooden sword tightly, imagining he was fighting six different enemies at those marks. Then it happened again, the same crackling noise of lightning. With a blur of dark and purple lightning, everything seemed to stop in an instant. All six dummies were knocked over. Bruda watched and tried to sense it again, but he only saw streaks of lightning moving in an instant while the dummies fell. In that instant, Bruda also felt seven different presences at once, then they all disappeared almost instantly.
With a ragged breath, Silver dropped to his knees and smiled. "Hahaha, it really doesn't cost anything after I put down my mark. Let's call this move, Flying God Stepping into the World Using Dark Thunder. Yep, that sounds cool." Bruda, hearing Silver's words, cringed at the name he chose for his godlike movement.
"Enough with your naming sense, Young Moon, but that move just now, please, tell your father before you show it to everyone else," said Bruda, having had enough of this crazy display, deciding to let Silver return to his parents.