Noah scanned the room he was supposed to rest in. It was only after an entire 10 minutes of intense staring did he slap his forehead realizing that he wasn't on Earth anymore, cameras weren't probably made in Maest yet. He sighed and sat down on the bed. Despite himself, a moan almost left his lips as he felt the soft texture of the bed beneath him, this feeling reminded him of the last time he slept on a proper bed. With this thought, the youngster cared nothing of his surroundings anymore and fell asleep.
Within the same house, the group of 4 sat together. The wounded middle-aged man, though pale, seemed to have healed enough to walk around. He sat behind his desk looking at his seated children and his butler who stood loyally at his side. "Did you manage to gather who he was?"
The three shook their heads. The butler bowed slightly before proceeding to speak. "The young boy doesn't speak much, he barely spoke a word as we came back to Lyre City."
"Hmm." The man frowned as he stroked his chin, scratching his stub. "And now we owe this unknown boy?"
"Dad?" The male teenager spoke calling the attention of his father. "Based on the talents he's shown and the general direction he was moving towards, I feel like he could be a talent of a large House heading towards the Soaring Star City."
The man paused, thinking deeply about this. In truth, he had already thought of this before. After all, a child with a mighty Emperor Grade Battlesoul couldn't be produced or brought up by just any family. "I've decided. I'll talk to him once he's done resting, who knows, maybe we can convince him to carry you guys along with him." Silence filled the room but the man could feel the displeasure from his son. "Damien, I know this might hurt your pride, being the most talented warrior of the Myron Family, but it's impossible to assume there aren't people more talented than you out there in the open world not to mention the prestigious Soaring Star Academy. It's possible there are people even more talented than him."
"But Father, I believe with enough training, even if he possesses an Emperor Grade Battlesoul, I could match up to him." Damien countered back staring at his father with eyes blazing with battle intent.
"And you realize he is at least 2 years younger than you right?" But his father's words were like a bucket of cold water dousing his flames. "You think someone as talented as that will just sit still as you head out to become stronger? The largest advantage you possess, your age, has already been lost due to your pride and insufficient drive to train yourself.
"Master Owen." The butler called out seeing, the rising anger appearing amidst his Master's voice.
Owen paused, his breath slightly haggard as he stared down at his son. In the end, he sighed as he leaned back into his seat. It wasn't his son's fault anyways, he had been the one that sheltered them for too long. "This journey would be a good experience, for both Mona and you, Damien. Although our city is great in size and fame, it doesn't matter much compared to Great cities like the Vytris City or the Almighty Soaring Star City. I don't want to be the type of father that lets his children out into the wild with a false sense of strength, or worse allow that false sense of strength to get them killed." Looking at the two, a parental smile graced his lips as he softly asked. "You two can choose to stay and never go to the Soaring Star Academy, as a father I'd actually be happy to hear that you stay, or you follow him to your dream academy."
The room once more became silent as the siblings considered their choices. Knowing that so many people could potentially be better than them was quite frightening but the two felt that missing such an opportunity could cause them too much regret in the future. It took a long 10 minutes before Damien stood up with a confident smile on his lips. "Father, we'll go with him." His sister, Mona, also stood beside him as they faced their father.
Seeing the two make their decision, a bittersweet chuckle left Owen's lips as he stood up to hug his children. "Good. Rest for now. We'll meet with him tomorrow and see to his demands."
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Noah groaned softly as he sat up, shielding his eyes from the sun that shone through the window of his room. After waiting for his eyes to adjust to the brightness around him, he proceeded to perform some light stretches. Once done, he reached into his World ring to retrieve a shirt and jeans before putting them on.
Upon opening his door, he looked to the side as he felt the presence of someone. Staring back at him was the butler of the Myron Family. "Why are you here?"
The butler bowed. "I'm here to attend to your needs."
Noah nodded, not finding it too strange for them to send the Head butler to him so his apathetic expression remained the same. "Is there a training ground in your mansion?"
"Yes." The butler didn't bother to ask why and led the youngster west of the mansion, opening a large door to reveal a large yard, probably the size of two football courts. Within it were the figures of Damien and Mona attacking their respective training partners, guards at the Peak of the Novice Stage. The 4 paused as they saw the newcomer. Noah, on the other hand, ignored them as he moved to a slightly distant side of the yard and reached into his World ring.
Five loud bang sounds resounded as five objects fell to the ground, causing it to concave slightly. Peering closely, the four found the objects to be a vest, two arm bands and two leg bands. They wouldn't have minded the items but feeling the waves of Essence, their eyes couldn't help but be drawn to it. In the end, Damien couldn't resist the urge to ask. "What is that?"
Noah glanced at the teen, considering if he could just ignore him but in the end decided against it. "It's an equipment enchanted by a friend of mine. It possesses the ability to increase the gravitational pressure acting upon its owner to a range of 500kg to 1 ton."
"But what use is that? The increase in pressure would also slow you down." Mona glanced at Noah with a thoughtful expression.
The youngster shook his head. "This isn't for battle but for practice." He then revealed his reason for bothering to tell them in the first place by pointing at the four of them. "Ok, both of you, come at me."