It was on the day of the Mock War that my mind was plagued by strange dreams.
These dreams were reminiscent of the ghastly nightmares I used to have in my previous life when I was a kid.
But oh, how different they were from that recurring nightmare! These dreams were as serene as the calm before the storm.
I felt uneasy at first, but after a few times, I began to find tranquility in them.
In these dreams, I am… I mean, Lucas Morningstar is usually seen frolicking with his father in the lush gardens of their ancestral estate.
His father would playfully tousle his hair every time he would visit him during his training.
After playing with him a little, his father would show him a weapon art.
It's always the same technique of a polearm weapon art – a small fraction of a larger, masterfully crafted martial art.
As I gazed at the weapon technique being executed before me in that dream, a spark of recognition flared up within me.
