Strongest Incubus Sy Chapter 259: Training

Chapter 259: Training.

The silence that ford within the training room carried a different tension than that which dominated the mansion. It wasn’t the passive silence of waiting or vigilance, but the kind of stillness that precedes movent, the mont when two people analyze each other before taking the first step. Damon remained standing in the center of the tatami mats, relaxed at first glance, but with his attentive gaze fixed on Ingrivid. She, in turn, slowly approached one of the weapon racks leaning against the wall and ran her fingers over the wooden swords lined up there, choosing one with the naturalness of soone who had already repeated that gesture countless tis.

She raised the training sword and tested the weight of the wooden blade with a short flick of her wrist. The dry sound of air being cut echoed faintly in the silent room. The wood was solid, well-balanced, and clearly made to withstand constant impacts without breaking easily. Ingrivid twirled the weapon once between her fingers before looking at Damon again.

"If we’re going to train, we need rules," she said calmly.

Damon walked to the sa weapons rack and picked up another wooden sword without much ceremony. He raised it with one hand and made a similar movent, testing its weight and balance with a quick spin that produced a short sound in the air.

"Rules?" he replied, with a slight smile.

"Yes."

She assud a firr stance now, positioning her feet precisely on the tatami.

"No qi, no magic, and no intent to kill."

Damon let out a small nasal laugh as he slowly walked to the center of the room.

"You already know

well."

"I know you well enough."

He twirled the wooden sword between his fingers one last ti before gripping it more firmly.

"Just technique then."

Ingrivid tilted her head slightly.

"Just technique."

Damon stopped about three ters away from her and assud a relaxed fighting stance. Her guard was down, almost too casual, as if she were facing a far inferior opponent. But her eyes were alert, observing every detail of the knight’s posture.

Ingrivid noticed this imdiately.

She adjusted her feet slightly on the ground and raised her sword in a defensive position, pointing the tip of the wooden blade toward Damon’s chest.

"Don’t underestimate your opponent," she said.

Damon tilted his head.

"I never underestimate soone who accepts to fight ."

Silence returned for a mont.

Then Ingrivid attacked.

She lunged forward suddenly, moving with surprising speed for soone wearing light armor. The wooden sword cut through the air in a swift arc aid at Damon’s shoulder.

He reacted at the last instant.

His blade rose in a short movent and intercepted the blow with a dry crack of wood against wood. The impact echoed through the room as the two weapons clashed.

Damon took a small step back imdiately, absorbing the impact without losing his balance.

Ingrivid didn’t hesitate.

She twisted her wrist and changed the direction of her attack, sliding her sword down in a fluid motion aid at his ribs.

Damon blocked again, this ti twisting his body to match the movent and deflecting the blow with a quick twist of the blade.

They both retreated almost simultaneously.

Their eyes t for a brief instant.

And then they advanced again.

The second confrontation was quicker.

Ingrivid attacked first with a sequence of three consecutive blows, each coming from a different angle. Shoulder, rib, and leg. The sequence was clean and efficient, clearly the result of disciplined military training.

Damon blocked them all.

The wood of the swords cracked repeatedly as the blades clashed in the air. Each impact produced a dry sound that reverberated off the walls of the room.

He took two steps back before counterattacking.

His sword described a swift arc toward Ingrivid’s waist, a simple movent, but executed with enough precision to force her to react imdiately.

She blocked.

The impact was strong enough to send her arms recoiling a few inches.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"You’re holding back," she said.

Damon smiled.

"You too."

She advanced again.

This ti the combat beca more intense.

The two began circling the room, moving with quick steps across the tatami mats as their wooden swords clashed repeatedly. Blows were blocked, deflected, or transford into new attacks in an almost continuous sequence of movent.

Ingrivid fought with military discipline.

Her attacks were direct, efficient, and designed to create specific openings in her opponent’s defense.

Damon fought completely differently.

His movents were more fluid, almost lazy at tis, but always in the right place at the right ti. He dodged blows with small body rotations, blocked attacks with minimal movent, and responded with quick counterattacks that forced Ingrivid to remain constantly alert.

Her breathing began to quicken slightly after a few minutes.

Damon, on the other hand, still seed relaxed.

They exchanged another quick sequence of blows before parting ways again.

Ingrivid exhaled slowly as she repositioned her feet.

"You’re annoyingly hard to hit," she said.

Damon shrugged.

"Experience."

She observed his posture for a mont.

"You’ve fought many swordsn."

"More than I can rember." She nodded slowly.

Then she attacked again.

This ti she changed her strategy.

Instead of direct strikes, she began using faster, more unpredictable movents, alternating between high and low attacks in rapid succession. The wooden blade cut through the air in short arcs as she tried to break Damon’s defensive rhythm.

He responded by increasing his own pace.

The sounds of impact began to echo through the room more frequently now. Wood against wood, quick footsteps on the tatami, controlled breaths that gradually beca more intense.

In one particularly quick mont, Damon managed to deflect a side blow and respond with an attack that almost hit her shoulder.

Ingrivid retreated at the last instant.

A small smile appeared on her face.

"Almost."

Damon twirled the sword in his hand.

"Almost doesn’t count."

They advanced again.

Now the movents were even faster.

The fight had ceased to be just casual training and had transford into a true test of skill. Each tried to find a flaw in the other’s technique while maintaining their own defense intact.

Ingrivid advanced with a powerful vertical strike, strong enough to echo through the room, which Damon blocked.

He deflected her blade to the side and responded with a quick body spin, attempting to strike her back.

She spun along with him.

The two swords collided again.

The impact was strong.

For a brief instant, the two blades were pressed against each other as the two fighters asured their strength and balance.

Their eyes t just inches apart.

"You’re not just a guest," Ingrivid said between controlled breaths.

Damon smiled.

"I never said I was."

She pushed his blade away and leaped two steps back.

Then she attacked again with even more speed.

Damon responded in kind.

Now the two moved around the room almost like swift shadows, their swords clashing repeatedly in a dance of attack and defense that demonstrated true skill on both sides.

After several minutes of continuous combat, the two finally separated again.

Ingrivid was breathing a little heavier now.

A small strand of hair had co loose from her ponytail and fell across her face.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

"I’m beginning to understand why Lady Morgana asked

to respect you," she said.

Damon rested his wooden sword on his shoulder.

"She said that?"

Ingrivid nodded.

"She said you were dangerous."

He smiled slightly.

"She’s right."

She raised her sword again.

"One more round."

Damon adjusted his stance.

"With pleasure."

The two advanced at the sa ti. And this ti the combat beca even more intense.

They both advanced simultaneously, and the initial impact of their wooden swords echoed through the room like the dry crack of branches breaking in a silent forest. The clash of blades was strong enough to vibrate through both their arms, but neither of them imdiately retreated. Damon slid a step to the side as he dodged Ingrivid’s next blow, turning his body fluidly and allowing her sword to pass just inches from his shoulder before responding with a swift slash aid at her side. Ingrivid blocked at the last instant, moving her wooden blade to intercept the attack with a firm crack that echoed through the ceiling beams.

The pace of the fight intensified even further after that. The relatively small space of the training room forced the two to move carefully, constantly adjusting their steps to avoid bumping into the weapon racks or the hanging sandbags. Still, neither seed truly constrained by the environnt. On the contrary, both seed to enjoy the space as if they had been fighting there for years, each step calculated, each turn precise.

Ingrivid attacked again with a rapid sequence of diagonal strikes that alternated between left and right, forcing Damon to block in an almost continuous rhythm. The wood of the swords cracked repeatedly as he deflected the attacks with short wrist movents and small body rotations. At one point, he took a half-step back, letting a blow graze past his face before counter-attacking with an upward movent that forced Ingrivid to leap back to avoid impact.

She landed softly on the mat, maintaining perfect balance as she repositioned her feet. Her chest rose and fell a little faster now, but her eyes remained focused, assessing Damon with increasing attention.

"You fight like soone who learned in many different places," she comnted between controlled breaths.

Damon twirled the wooden sword in his hand, relaxing his shoulders for a mont before assuming his guard again.

"Because that’s exactly what happened."

She nodded slightly, as if that response confird sothing she already suspected.

Without saying anything more, she advanced again.

This ti, the attack began with a quick feint towards Damon’s shoulder. He reacted by raising his blade to block, but realized at the last instant that the movent was a trick. Ingrivid changed the direction of the strike mid-air, skillfully rotating her wrist and directing the sword towards his legs.

Damon needed to react quickly.

He leaped back, lowering his own sword in a swift motion, intercepting the blow just inches from the mat. The impact made both blades vibrate again.

"Good," he murmured.

Ingrivid didn’t respond with words.

She spun on her axis and attacked again, taking advantage of the mont Damon was still adjusting his stance after the leap. The blow ca swiftly, aid at the side of his head.

Damon leaned back in an almost lazy movent, letting the wooden sword cut the air where his face had been a second before. Then he took a step forward and pressed his blade against hers with enough force to slightly unbalance her.

She took two steps back to regain her balance.

For a brief instant, the two stood still again.

Their breathing was now audible in the silent room.

Ingrivid discreetly wiped the sweat that was beginning to form on her jawline.

"You’re still not fighting seriously," she said.

Damon raised an eyebrow.

"You want

to fight seriously?"

She raised her sword again, adjusting her feet firmly.

"I want you to stop treating

like I’m playing around."

A small smile appeared on his face.

"Alright."

Damon then slightly shifted his stance.

The difference was subtle, but Ingrivid noticed it imdiately.

His guard beca firr, his feet better positioned, his weight more evenly distributed. The aura of casual relaxation almost completely disappeared, replaced by a much more focused presence.

She inhaled slowly.

Then she advanced.

The clash of swords happened almost instantly.

This ti the rhythm of the combat clearly changed. Damon was no longer just reacting or testing her skill. His movents were now more direct, faster, and each strike carried a precision that forced Ingrivid to concentrate completely to keep up.

She blocked two consecutive attacks before attempting a counterattack with a side slash. Damon deflected the blade with a short movent and spun his body, bringing his own sword in a downward arc that nearly struck her shoulder.

Ingrivid quickly retreated.

The impact of the blade against the tatami produced a muffled sound.

She imdiately noticed the difference.

"Now that’s more like it," she murmured.

The combat continued.

The wooden swords clashed repeatedly as the two moved through the room. Damon now pressed with more constant attacks, forcing Ingrivid to retreat and block in rapid succession. Still, she was no easy opponent. Her technique was disciplined and precise, and even under pressure she managed to find small opportunities to respond with quick strikes that kept Damon on his toes.

At one point, she managed to evade a direct attack and slid to his side with an agile movent. The wooden sword ca towards his ribs with surprising speed.

Damon blocked reflexively, but the impact was strong enough to make him take a half-step back.

He smiled.

"Finally."

Ingrivid didn’t let the opening slip away.

She imdiately advanced, trying to exploit the slight imbalance she had created. Her blows ca in rapid succession, forcing Damon to take two consecutive steps back before regaining his rhythm.

The training room now echoed constantly with the sound of clashing swords.

The sandbags swayed slightly with the displacent of air caused by the rapid movents of the two fighters.

After a few more minutes of intense combat, Damon finally found a clear opening. He deflected a vertical blow from Ingrivid and spun his body in a fluid motion that brought his blade towards her arm.

Ingrivid tried to block, but she arrived a fraction of a second too late.

Damon’s wooden sword touched her forearm with a dry crack.

It wasn’t a strong blow, but it was enough to make the outco clear.

They both stopped.

Silence returned to fill the room.

Ingrivid looked at her own arm for a mont before raising her eyes to Damon.

She took a deep breath.

"One point for you."

Damon rested his wooden sword on his shoulder again.

"That was a good fight."

She let out a small sigh, but there was a discreet smile on her face now.

"Better than I expected."

Damon began to reply when a distant sound echoed down the hallway outside the room.

Footsteps.

Ingrivid turned her head imdiately toward the door.

She recognized the rhythm of those footsteps.

A second later, the training room door opened. And the figure that appeared there made Ingrivid imdiately straighten his posture.

"Morgana."