Alexander did not train loudly.
He trained alone.
Quiet Years
For the next nine years, while Thor clashed with thunder and Loki danced through blades and illusions, Alexander chose solitude.
At night—
When Asgard slept—
He trained.
Fire affinity:
Not explosive.
Not violent.
Controlled—compressed into embers that never strayed.
Water affinity:
Flowing, precise.
Enough to cool Phoenix flames without extinguishing them.
Dark affinity:
Still. Silent.
A shadow that obeyed, never consumed.
He never rushed.
He never overreached.
And never—not once—did he draw the katana Odin had seen years ago.
Life Beyond Training
Alexander was not isolated.
By day—
He walked with Frigga, listening to her stories, asking questions that made her smile.
He met Amora and Lorelei, laughing in hidden gardens, speaking freely where magic was not needed.
And every night—
Sign in.
Rewards accumulated quietly:
Runes Mastery Elemental Magic Mastery Cooking Mastery Teyvat Recipes Ores Gold Diamonds
For his 10-year sign-in, the system rewarded him:
Summon Tickets ×6
Alexander stored them calmly.
Later.
A Son's Cooking
One evening, Alexander cooked.
Not for glory.
Not for reward.
For Frigga.
The aromas filled the palace—rich, layered, comforting.
She took one bite.
Paused.
Then smiled warmly.
"…Alexander," she said softly, "this is wonderful."
Odin found out immediately.
"…He cooked for you?"
Jealousy flickered.
So Alexander cooked again.
For Odin.
Odin took a bite.
Then another.
Then nodded firmly.
"…Excellent," he declared. "My son has talent."
Alexander smiled.
That was enough.
The All-Father Watches
Odin often watched.
Never interrupting.
Never announcing himself.
He saw discipline.
Restraint.
Control far beyond what a child—or even a god—should possess.
But still—
No blade.
Until one night.
The Night of Ashes
Odin arrived as usual.
Silent.
Hidden.
Alexander stood in the center of the training ground.
Calm.
Focused.
He reached into storage.
And drew the katana.
The air changed.
Not violently.
Reverently.
The blade recognized him.
Fire did not explode—
It bowed.
Alexander lifted the sword.
And spoke—
Quietly.
"Shikai."
The world inhaled.
"Everything is ashes—
Ryūjin Jakka."
Flame erupted.
Not wild.
Not chaotic.
Absolute.
The ground blackened instantly, heat so intense it warped space itself.
Odin's breath caught.
This was not divine fire.
This was authority.
Alexander swung once.
The flames vanished.
Ash drifted.
Restoration
Alexander exhaled.
Raised his hand.
Water magic flowed.
Runes activated.
The scorched ground restored itself perfectly—stone reborn, heat erased.
The blade was sheathed.
Alexander left without a word.
The All-Father's Truth
Odin stood alone.
Silent.
Then—
He laughed.
Low.
Proud.
"…So that is what you've been waiting for."
His grip tightened on Gungnir—not in fear.
But anticipation.
"The test," Odin murmured, eyes shining,
"will be glorious."
Closing
Alexander slept peacefully that night.
Fire mastered.
Water balanced.
Darkness obedient.
And for the first time—
The All-Father waited eagerly
for his son to step into the light.