The sun barely peeked over the horizon when Roy Valvas rose from his bed, the weight of his ambitions pressing on him even before breakfast. For the next two weeks, the Valvas mansion became a fortress of focus, a crucible for Roy's relentless training.
Each day followed a grueling routine. Roy honed his newly acquired Conqueror's Haki, feeling it ripple through his body like a storm coiled in muscle and bone. He would focus, summoning his will, and unleash it in bursts, knocking over enchanted dummies and channeling it through his magic. Each strike felt sharper, his aura more imposing, his ability to dominate the wills of others slowly reaching its terrifying potential.
At the same time, he sought to unlock the elusive Bankai of Kyōka Suigetsu, testing his zanpakuto with careful precision. Hours were spent in meditation, perfecting the harmony between his own life force and the blade's soul. Occasionally, the blade would hum with a faint resonance, teasing him with glimpses of power he had not yet fully grasped. Patience, Roy reminded himself, was as crucial as strength.
Despite the intensity of his personal growth, the outside world reminded him of its chaos. Both the Daily Prophet and Wizard Weekly headlines screamed of another crisis: Peter Pettigrew had escaped during transport to Azkaban. Wizards everywhere were abuzz with the revelation that Sirius Black was innocent—the true culprit behind the Potters' deaths and other tragedies was now free. Howlers flew into the Ministry of Magic, each one a furious demand for justice.
Cornelius Fudge, having previously executed the meticulous plan Roy had provided to consolidate his political power, suddenly found himself scrambling. His voting percentages plummeted as the public questioned his competency in light of Pettigrew's escape. An assistant whispered a suggestion: the upcoming Quidditch World Cup in England could be leveraged to regain public favor. Fudge's expression hardened; he had a plan.
Roy, however, barely raised an eyebrow at Pettigrew's escape. Though the event caused ripples throughout the wizarding world, he already had a good idea of where Pettigrew might flee—and he didn't care. His focus was elsewhere: perfecting his abilities, managing his assets, and ensuring his influence remained unchallenged.
Even as these events unfolded, Roy reflected on the Horcruxes he had destroyed so far: Tom Riddle's diary, the Ravenclaw tiara, and the Hufflepuff cup. The tiara rested safely in his system storage, and the cup was secured in his pocket dimension, its magical yield being carefully enhanced with his alchemy and enchantments. These artifacts were not just trophies—they were symbols of his strategic control over dangerous forces.
Amidst these tasks, a letter arrived, sealed with the unmistakable black wax of Sirius Black. The letter requested Roy's presence at 13 Grimmauld Place. Without hesitation, he prepared to leave, taking Narcissa Black with him as his companion and ally.
As he departed, the mansion returned to its usual quiet, broken only by the echoes of his training—the strains of Conqueror's Haki, the resonance of Kyōka Suigetsu, and the silent promise of power that waited to be fully unleashed.