Lucas and Sophia could be seen standing on a vast training ground. The sun was shining brightly, and the birds were chirping melodiously in the background.
Lucas was holding a small wooden sword optimal for his hand, and then he suddenly started swinging the sword with sharp precision and lethality. He was using one of his favorite styles 'Yontoryu' from his past life, which he had learned from his master.
As Lucas performed the style, Sophia was shocked to see her son performing martial arts with such precision.
She had never thought that Lucas would have such talent for martial arts, especially since the House of Phoenix had very few individuals who used martial arts with their manifestation bloodline, as it was focused on using elemental style.
Sophia thought to herself, 'This is remarkable! Despite the lack of formal training, Lucas is able to perform a martial art just by reading books!'
However, Lucas was facing some difficulty with his form. He was frustrated, thinking to himself, 'F**k! This body is small and not developed. It is hindering me, and I am not able to perform the style perfectly. Still, I think it will impress Mother.' Lucas was determined to show his mother what he was capable of.
Sophia had been apprehensive about Lucas learning martial arts because she knew that using martial arts with his manifestation bloodline would be difficult, and it could only be possible if the individual was born with exceptional talent in martial arts.
But Lucas had already accounted for this, and he was convinced that he could infuse martial arts with his manifestation bloodline to become much stronger than his ancestors without martial arts.
Sophia watched as Lucas continued to practice the Yontoryu style with determination and precision.
She could see the fire in his eyes and the passion in his movements. She was proud of her son and happy that he had found something that he was passionate about.
Finally, Sophia said, "Lucas, you have shown me that you have a remarkable talent for martial arts. I will talk to your father about appointing a martial arts instructor for you, and I will support you in your journey to become stronger."
Lucas smiled, feeling grateful for his mother's support.
…
In a grand chamber adorned with intricate tapestries and sparkling chandeliers, a father-son duo was having a serious conversation. Addam, the patriarch of the family, and his son Axel were discussing about Lucas.
"Father, Lucas has demanded a martial arts instructor. What should I do?" Axel inquired, his voice tinged with apprehension.
"What? How did that brat even hear the name 'martial arts'? Didn't Sophia explain to him about our bloodline and its incompatibility with it?" Addam retorted with a bitter expression.
"Sophia did tell him about it, but he was adamant about his decision. She mentioned that he read a book from the library that explained how some of our ancestors combined their own style of martial arts with their bloodline to strengthen them further. She also told me that he performed a martial art with such high precision, just by learning from a book. Due to this, she asked me for his request. What do you think, Father?" Axel asked with a hint of expectation on his face.
"Buhahahaha! I never expected to see such talent born in our family with martial arts. That brat really surprised me," Addam laughed heartily.
"Appoint the best martial artist you can find, and note that the person should be an elemental martial artist. With the help of Lucas, our family can grow to its former glory again," Addam announced with a fiery expression.
[Authors note- earlier the House of Phoenix was the strongest amongst the 4 great familys, but now draconic family is the strangest. And 'The House of Phoenix' can also be said as 'Phoenix Family']
…
Few days later
Lucas prepared for his day as he did every day, meticulously following his routine. After finishing his breakfast, he paused to consider what to read in the library.
As he made his way to the door, a butler stopped him in his tracks with a polite voice, "Young master, the Patriarch is calling you."
"Please lead the way," Lucas said with a calm expression.
"Yes, young master" the butler replied.
Curious and a bit nervous, Lucas followed the butler, mulling over the reason for the summons.
'Why did grandfather call me?' he wondered.
'Is it related to my daily trips to the library, even though he's aware of them? Or perhaps it's about the martial arts instructor I requested.'
The possibility of finally being able to train in martial arts filled Lucas with excitement.
After arriving at his destination, Lucas was surprised to find his parents and grandfather waiting for him alongside an unfamiliar figure.
The man stood tall, with a commanding presence that made him seem larger than life. His tanned skin was a testament to his time spent in the sun, while his chiseled body spoke of the hard work and dedication he must have put into his training. But it was his face that truly caught the eye.
He was strikingly handsome, with sharp features and a piercing gaze that seemed to see through to one's soul.
His white hair was a stark contrast to his tanned skin, giving him an otherworldly appearance.
The way it framed his face only added to his already striking features. And then there were his brown eyes. They were deep and intense, seeming to hold an entire world of knowledge and experience within them.
The man was dressed in a loose-fitting tunic made from lightweight linen, which looked both comfortable and stylish. Underneath the tunic was a breathable cotton shirt, which hinted at the man's practical nature.
His dark grey pants were made from sturdy but flexible cotton material, suggesting that he was someone who valued both function and form.
And the brown leather boots he wore were sturdy yet stylish, perfectly complementing the rest of his outfit.
But what truly caught Lucas's eye was the cool and big spear that could be seen at the man's back. It was a weapon of obvious quality, with a long, sharp blade that gleamed in the light. Lucas couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as he looked at it.
In his former life, Lucas had never had the chance to use an authentic spear. While he had certainly trained with the naginata, a weapon that could be viewed as a combination of both spear and blade, it was never quite the same as wielding a true spear.
The sight of the spear on the man's back sent a thrill through Lucas, and he felt a sudden urge to learn the ins and outs of the weapon.
Its sleek and deadly appearance made it all the more enticing, and Lucas could already envision himself handling it with practiced ease.
The desire to master new martial arts techniques and weapons were deeply ingrained in Lucas's being. He had always felt a burning passion for the art of combat and had spent countless hours practicing and studying various fighting styles.
His previous life had been filled with battles and conflicts, and his warrior's spirit never truly left him even after being reincarnated into a new body.
Now, seeing the spear in front of him, Lucas knew that he had found his next challenge. He yearned to feel the weight of the weapon in his hands, to feel the momentum of the thrusts and the satisfying impact of a strike. It was a tantalizing prospect, and Lucas was eager to begin his training with the spear.
"Good morning, Lucas," Axel greeted his son with a tender tone.
In response, Lucas reciprocated with the same warmth and respect. "And good morning to you, Father," he replied politely.
It was then that Addam interjected, announcing the arrival of the martial arts instructor Lucas had requested.
"This is the instructor you demanded, brat," he remarked, his tone slightly harsh. "His name is Ogri, and he will be teaching you martial arts for the next four years."
[Authors note- Addam is not rude actually, it is his way of talking to his younger]
Lucas felt a sense of anticipation stir within him as he gazed at the newly-arrived instructor.
"Good morning, it is a pleasure to meet you, Master Ogri," he said, his voice laced with determination.
In response, Ogri simply replied with a nonchalant expression "Likewise."
However, Ogri's next words caught Lucas off guard. "When I heard what you did, I was really interested in you," he said, his tone detached.
"So, can you show me the martial art you performed in front of your mother?" Lucas felt a twinge of nervousness.
The style he had demonstrated was not something he had learned from a book, but rather a skill from his past life.
Gritting his teeth, Lucas grabbed a small wooden sword and began performing the style with a bitter expression.
As he moved, he couldn't help but think, 'What should I do if he asks about it?' Despite his apprehension, Lucas continued to demonstrate the technique with precision and grace.
"Halt," a cold voice reverberated in Lucas's ears, causing him to freeze.