SSS-Rank Template! Becoming The Primordial Dragon As A Side Character Chapter 13 : Refiner Vorhelms

The day had co to an end, and the blazing sun had given way to the moon.

In the training ground, Daniel held a wooden sword as he perford peculiar movents. These movents were not combat techniques but resembled a type of dance.

The wooden sword in Daniel's hand beca an extension of his being, dancing in the moonlight. Each swing and step was a choreography of power, his movents sketching a unique image within the elents.

With every twist and turn, Daniel felt the rhythm of the world. The wind whistled past his ears, and anyone watching from afar might think he was battling invisible enemies. His senses heightened, his heart beat in harmony with the symphony of existence.

As the moon's glow intensified, Daniel's Dance of the Zephyr reached its peak. He concluded his performance with a flourish of energy and grace.

Breathing deeply, he stared at the moon. These movents were done for two reasons:

First, they helped him attune his body to the flow of the sword. This way, his body would grow accustod to wielding it.

Second, they cald his mind and balanced his psyche.

He still rembered the early years after his rebirth, where controlling the madness and bloodlust born from his hatred was nearly impossible.

Though he appeared normal now, the pain of losing all his friends, the betrayal of the woman he loved, and ultimately dying at the hands of the gods had left him with profound despair.

He had tried countless thods to quell his bloodlust and ease his mind. Unfortunately, all of them failed—until he created the Sword Dance.

The Sword Dance, while appearing like a simple dance, was a culmination of psychological techniques for emotion control, ntal calmness, and focus.

And it worked. Or rather, it worked to a degree. There were still monts when he couldn't control his hatred and bloodlust.

Like earlier that day—he had barely restrained himself from killing Alex.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Hearing the sound of clapping, Daniel slowly turned his head, his face indifferent, as he gazed at the young girl standing a few ters away.

"That was an amazing dance. Truly, I never thought a dance could be so emotional," she said.

She was a young girl with short, light brown hair and ordinary brown eyes. Her skin was fair, and her height was average.

She hadn't fully matured yet—her chest was sowhat flat, and her hips were non-existent, flatter than a cushion.

"Thanks," Daniel replied, noting how he hadn't sensed her presence. Though he was still a mortal, his senses were at their peak—beyond what a mortal could normally achieve.

Yet, he hadn't detected her approach. This either ant she was skilled or protected by so artifact.

"May I ask your na?" the girl asked with eager curiosity.

"If you want to ask soone's na, you should introduce yourself first," Daniel responded indifferently.

"Oh? My apologies. My na is Olivia, from the Worehelm Refiners."

"I'm Daniel Zephyr, the illegitimate son of the patriarch."

Unlike what many might think, he didn't care much about his identity. Perhaps he had been concerned in the beginning, but not anymore.

Even then, he had been more worried about his future

He took a mont to recall his mories of the Refiner Vorhelms. The Vorhelm family was divided into many branches and subordinate bloodlines.

One such subordinate bloodline was the Refiner Vorhelms—a group known for generations of crafting weapons and magical artifacts.

As for Olivia, if he wasn't mistaken, this girl would beco one of the hero's closest friends.

"Ah, so you're the famous one," Olivia said with a smile, her curiosity about this boy growing by the second.

"Famous? I didn't know I was famous."

"Well, you're the only illegitimate son of the patriarch, so you're naturally well-known among the upper circles. Not to ntion, a zero compatibility with mana will definitely cause a stir."

"How interesting. It was nice eting you, goodbye," Daniel said, uninterested in spending more ti with her.

He wasn't much of a talker, only speaking when necessary.

Besides, her identity was sowhat special.

Not everyone could beco the hero's close friend, yet she did. It wasn't just due to her talent but also her skills in crafting and her abilities in direct combat.

But none of that mattered, he just didn't like the girl's childish personality.

"Wait! How about a duel?" Olivia clenched her fists, determined to regain so of her lost confidence by defeating Daniel.

Daniel glanced at her. For her age, she had so muscle—not overly bulky but still well-defined.

"What's in it for ?" he asked. He didn't care why this girl wanted to fight him, though he could easily guess the reason.

She wanted to gauge his limits and potential, likely at the request of her family. The reasoning was simple: her family had placed their hopes in her. Besides that, she also wanted to regain so of her lost confidence.

"Huh?" Olivia stared at him blankly, completely unprepared for such a question.

"Nothing? Goodbye."

"Wait, wait! How about a tour of my family's controlled territory?" She truly had nothing else to offer.

"Alright." While her proposal might seem foolish, it actually aligned with Daniel's goals. Her family's territory bordered the land of the dwarves, giving him a perfect excuse to visit.

"Great!"

"What are you fighting with?"

"A spear."

Daniel walked over to where the weapons were kept, picked up an iron spear, and tossed it toward Olivia.

"You're fighting with a wooden sword?"

"Yeah."

"But isn't that unfair?"she said

"Ye, but for you."

Though Daniel's tone was indifferent, it carried an air of absolute confidence.

Olivia didn't know whether to laugh or get angry—this guy was practically mocking her.

"Well, I hope you don't cry after getting beaten to a pulp."

This was the first ti soone had insulted her like this. Initially, she didn't want to go too hard on Daniel, as she had taken a liking to him in so way.

But now, because of his comnt, she felt compelled to teach him a lesson.