Edgar and Lucan’s eyes widened in mild surprise at Orion’s announcent. Lucan tilted his head curiously, a playful smile lingering on his lips. "Oh? The club mbers are coming here? What exactly do they plan on doing?"
Orion smiled softly, his dual-colored eyes calmly eting Lucan’s curious gaze. "They’ll train here with us for a few days. It’s about ti we started exploring the interesting and unknown places we initially ford the group for."
Hearing Orion’s words, Edgar’s expression turned slightly serious, concern faintly flickering in his calm eyes. He looked carefully at Orion and spoke slowly, "But are you sure about this, Young Master? You still haven’t fully recovered yet. Isn’t it too soon to go out for exploration?"
Orion lightly shook his head, his expression relaxed but confident. He knew Edgar’s worry ca from genuine care, yet Orion felt the imnse improvents he’d made since waking up and trusted his abilities now more than ever after healing his ridians.
With a gentle smile, he suggested warmly, "Why don’t you co and train with for a bit, Uncle Edgar? By the ti we finish warming up, the others should arrive as well."
Edgar hesitated briefly before exchanging a quiet, knowing glance with Lucan. Both n seed to silently agree, curiosity and anticipation visible in their eyes.
Edgar finally nodded, speaking calmly, "Alright, Young Master. Let’s see how much you’ve recovered."
Lucan grinned cheerfully, his playful deanor replaced by visible excitent at the prospect of beating up Orion in the guise of training.
Without another word, the trio made their way toward the spacious training area located behind the mansion, a neatly paved open courtyard surrounded by lush greenery and shaded by tall, sturdy trees.
Arriving there, Edgar and Lucan stepped confidently onto the smooth stone courtyard, each drawing their swords in fluid, practiced motions.
They settled into precise stances, Edgar exuding quiet, powerful confidence, while Lucan adopted a relaxed yet agile pose.
Orion paused montarily, his gaze thoughtful, before smoothly drawing two elegant swords, the Realm Guardian Sword in his right hand, its obsidian edge gleaming mysteriously, and the Windsteel Blade in his left.
Edgar and Lucan imdiately glanced at each other in confusion, their surprise evident. Edgar tilted his head slightly, cautiously asking, "Young Master, do you intend to practice dual wielding?"
Orion’s lips curved upward into a small, confident smile as he settled naturally into his dual wielding stance. "Yes, I’ve practiced dual wielding a bit in the last few days. Why don’t the two of you test to see how far I’ve progressed?"
Edgar carefully assessed Orion’s stance, seeing the subtle confidence radiating from his posture, and his initial skepticism faded into anticipation.
Recognizing Orion’s determination, he nodded solemnly. Lucan, sensing the shift, tightened his grip on his sword and adopted a more focused expression.
Without another word, Edgar and Lucan simultaneously sprang forward, their swords slicing gracefully through the morning air.
Orion imdiately responded, smoothly parrying Edgar’s blade with the Realm Guardian Sword while swiftly countering Lucan’s agile strike with the Windsteel Blade.
Their blades clashed repeatedly in a rhythmic dance, sparks occasionally flickering from the collisions.
Edgar’s expression gradually shifted from surprise to astonishnt, then genuine pride, as he realized Orion’s dual-wielding capabilities matched the impressive level of swordsmanship he’d demonstrated before the devastating kidnapping incident.
Internally, Edgar felt imnse satisfaction at Orion’s visible growth. His surprise slowly transford into focused intensity as he gradually elevated the complexity and tempo of his attacks, incorporating advanced sword techniques and forcing Orion to adapt and respond swiftly.
Lucan, quickly sensing Edgar’s increased seriousness, adjusted his own approach, weaving agile and unpredictable strikes designed to pressure Orion from multiple angles simultaneously.
Orion’s heart pounded with excitent, adrenaline surging through his veins as he smoothly countered and adapted to their evolving tactics.
His dual-colored eyes shone brightly, excitent and determination mingling together. Sparring against real opponents felt incomparable to solitary practice—every exchange pushed him, refining his technique, instincts, and adaptability at an astonishing rate.
In between fierce exchanges, Edgar managed a sincere, approving remark. "Impressive, Young Master! Your dual wielding has advanced remarkably quickly!"
Orion chuckled lightly, a genuine, excited smile forming as he parried Lucan’s lightning-fast strike. "It’s thanks to both of you, I can finally push myself properly again."
Lucan laughed heartily, swiftly stepping back to evade Orion’s rapid counter. "You certainly don’t look injured to right now, Young Master! Seems like we worried for nothing."
Orion’s smile broadened as he pressed his advantage, the Realm Guardian Sword slicing skillfully toward Edgar, forcing the older swordsman to take a half-step backward in admiration. "Don’t let down your guard just yet. I’m only getting ward up!"
Their training grew even more spirited, drawing curious glances from distant mansion staff, who watched in awe at the trio’s impressive sparring session.
Orion’s movents grew increasingly precise, each strike infused with elegance and lethal efficiency, effortlessly transitioning between defensive and offensive forms.
Just then, a distant commotion caught their attention, voices and laughter echoing lightly as familiar figures entered the mansion’s grounds, heading eagerly toward the training area.
Edgar smiled faintly, stepping back slightly to pause their spar. "Young Master, it seems your friends have arrived."
Orion exhaled softly, feeling refreshed and invigorated by the morning’s intense practice.
He turned calmly toward the entrance, seeing Arya’s vibrant violet hair and Emilia’s graceful figure leading the group, with Nyss’s cool gaze and Elias’s lively deanor following closely behind.
Orion raised an eyebrow as he saw Kale and Felira among the group.
Felira and Kale halted their footsteps abruptly, their eyes widening in astonishnt as they finally caught sight of Orion standing amidst the spacious training courtyard.
Despite having heard from Elias about Orion’s dramatic changes, seeing it firsthand left them speechless for several monts.
Felira’s gentle eyes reflected surprise, curiosity, and subtle admiration as she carefully studied Orion’s altered appearance.
She had expected so degree of transformation, but not to this extent. Orion’s previously youthful visage had matured distinctly, his sharp facial features now imbued with a refined yet wild charm.
Kale, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows sharply, his usually stoic deanor temporarily forgotten. He quietly admired Orion’s newfound maturity and powerful presence, clearly impressed.
However, Kale quickly composed himself, masking his surprise behind his usual faint, calm smile.
Seeing their expressions, Orion couldn’t suppress a soft chuckle. His dual-colored eyes glowed warmly with pleasant surprise and genuine appreciation as he stepped forward, greeting them warmly.
"Felira, Kale," Orion said gently, "I didn’t expect you two to show up as well."
Felira imdiately composed herself, her lips curling into a small, playful smile as she gently shook her head, mock indignation filling her voice. "Well, soone had to invite us properly since you clearly didn’t bother doing so yourself."
Kale chuckled lightly, his voice calm but sincere as he nodded in agreent with Felira. "Indeed. When I heard from Elias that you’d returned to the academy, I imdiately postponed all the work at my estate and hurried here. I couldn’t afford to miss seeing you in person after so long had passed."
Orion’s expression softened visibly, his heart ward by their words.
He gestured warmly toward the chairs and table placed comfortably beside the training area, shaded gently beneath the broad branches of a towering oak tree. "Co, sit down with everyone. Let’s catch up properly."
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