Ray heard the familiar invitation, "Come in," and entered the dining room. A warm smile spread across his face as he saw his father and mother seated at the table, their eyes focused on him. His father, dressed in a navy blue attire, nodded in acknowledgement, while his mother, adorned in an elegant white dress, greeted him with a gentle smile.
Taking his seat, Ray said, "Good morning."
Ray's smile widened as he noticed his parents' loving gaze.
Before the food was served, his father broke the silence, asking, "Is today the day, Ray?"
With a confident nod, Ray replied, "Yes, it is."
His father locked eyes with him and inquired, "Do you believe you can defeat Kevin without using mana, relying solely on your sword skills?"
Ray met his father's gaze and answered honestly, "No."
A flicker of amusement danced in his father's eyes at the candid response.
Undeterred, Ray continued, "I am aware that defeating him in my current state would be extremely challenging. Kevin's skill far surpasses mine, and even without the use of mana, the odds are not in my favor."
Curious, his father pressed on, "Yet, you are still willing to engage in the battle?"
Ray's voice exuded determination as he declared, "Absolutely!"
The fire of his fighting spirit burned brightly in his eyes.
His father's smile deepened, while his mother beamed with pride.
As the meal came to an end, his father spoke up again, "After the duel, come and meet me."
Ray nodded, acknowledging his father's words, and excused himself from the table, preparing himself for the upcoming duel.
He swiftly changed into his regular training attire and made his way towards the training grounds.
Thoughts swirled in Ray's mind as he contemplated his journey thus far. "Throughout my training, I have endured Kevin's relentless pressure, both physically and mentally. His training regime pushed me to my limits, encompassing body-strengthening exercises, lectures on mana, critical thinking, politics, and any topic Kevin possessed knowledge in."
Ray couldn't help but acknowledge that Kevin's training, though grueling, had shaped him into a far superior individual.
There were countless occasions when Ray attempted to evade or skip his lessons, using innocent expressions and puppy eyes in futile attempts to sway Kevin. However, no matter how much he whined or offered excuses, Kevin remained unwavering in his mission.
It seemed as though Kevin had a purpose, an unwavering dedication to mold Ray into something greater.
In the beginning, Ray resented Kevin for the rigorous treatment he endured. But as the months passed, he grew accustomed to it.
With each visible improvement, Ray's complaints transformed into anticipation for what lay ahead.
His physique grew stronger, and he observed significant enhancements in his stamina, endurance, and overall capabilities.
Ray's journey since his 10th birthday had been relatively uneventful, as time seemed to slip through his fingers like a dream. (1)
However, he did not harbor any resentment or disappointment. Instead, he embraced a sense of gratitude.
Upon receiving those mysterious memories of unknown origins, Ray came to a realization—he had taken his life for granted. Every experience, every opportunity, and every aspect of his existence deserved appreciation.
Ray couldn't help but emphasize the importance of such realizations.
"The significance of these realizations cannot be overstated. The person in my memories may not have accomplished much or possessed extraordinary talent, but his existence served as a poignant reminder. I refuse to merely exist. I yearn to explore this world and leave my mark."
With a grateful smile on his face, Ray began his day, his mind filled with determination.
After his morning routine, which included a series of exercises, Ray stood before the mirror, examining his transformed physique. He marveled at the progress he had made, both physically and mentally.
Admiring his reflection for a few moments, Ray proceeded to dress in his attire—a striking ensemble of black clothing. The contrast against his fair complexion and cyan hair imbued him with an air of nobility, even without any embellishments.
With every step he took, he exuded confidence and masculinity beyond his years, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding.
Ray made his way towards the dining room, where breakfast awaited.
Step, step
During his leisurely stroll, memories flooded Ray's mind.
"I have changed so much.
Smiling inwardly
Comparing my former demeanor, mindset, and most importantly, my perception of the world, the transformation is truly remarkable. This arduous training, although torturous at times, has elevated me in ways I couldn't have imagined. Through this process, I have also forged bonds with fellow soldiers under Kevin's guidance. In getting to know them, I discovered that Kevin, despite his status as a commoner, possesses immense potential. It's no surprise that the Marquis selected him as the Head Knight and occasionally provides guidance."
Ray's contemplation shifted towards Kevin's own journey. "Kevin is an intermediate warrior, and it won't be long before he breaks through to the expert rank. The thought of reaching expert rank, becoming a powerhouse, ignites a spark of excitement within me. However, when I consider my father..."
Ray's expression wavered, a mix of reverence and trepidation. "I shudder at the mere thought. Yet, where is the joy in remaining weak and never surpassing him?"
Determination resurfacing
"I am determined to surpass my father's strength. Whenever I ask him about his rank, he simply smiles and claims it's a secret. Perhaps he wishes to spare me the burden of expectations. What an understanding father."
Ray's smile grew wider as he reached the dining room. He lightly tapped on the door and heard the response, "Come in."
Stepping inside, he saw Kevin, the embodiment of strength and power, standing tall in the center of the room. With a formidable presence, Kevin exuded confidence, his muscular physique accentuated by a black tank top. Unlike Ray's fair complexion, Kevin possessed a more average appearance, but his strength set him apart.
Ray's mind wandered back to a conversation they had long ago. "Will I ever have a physique like that?" Ray had asked, to which Kevin had replied, "You would have to work for it."
Nostalgia washed over Ray as he reminisced about that exchange.
In the early morning light, Kevin stood resolute at the center of the arena, his sword piercing the ground, ready to face any challenge.
Apart from the two of them, silence engulfed the surroundings. Kevin's voice carried a subtle menace as he addressed Ray, "I hope you had enough rest, Master Ray. I hope you won't make any excuses when you lose."
Ray responded with a cocky grin, his voice laced with confidence. "No excuses, Mister Kevin. I know I won't lose."
Kevin's response was filled with an unusual verbosity. "In a few minutes, soldiers will gather. If you wish to back out, this is your last opportunity."
Ray's grin widened mischievously as he retorted, "You seem more talkative than usual. Nervous, perhaps?"
Locked in an intense gaze, Ray and Kevin released their fighting intents, setting the stage for an electrifying showdown.
Seconds later, soldiers began to gather around the arena, their cheers filling the air with anticipation.
And so, the moment arrived—the battle between Kevin and Ray was about to begin...