[Chapter Size: 1900 Words.]
Third Person POV
Northern kingdoms.
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"Ahhh... Ahhh..." Cirilla was out of breath at this moment as she focused on the opponent in front of her, keeping a firm gaze while holding her common steel sword tightly, despite it looking nothing like the one her adversary wielded.
The other boy, however, held a shining sword with magical symbols, making it move faster than normal, like a ghost, cutting through the air.
Cirilla saw that weapon advancing toward her and quickly, with her instincts, parried Madara's swords from one side to the other continuously, while the blades kept clashing with Cirilla showing some effort as Madara continued with a serious face, unfazed by the fight, trying to push his opponent—or rather, his apprentice—to the limit.
It was at this moment that she reached her limit, as she continued stepping back under Madara's pressure, and he had no intention of easing up. As he slashed from the side, Ciri tried to defend herself, but was caught by the force of the blow and was forced to drop her mother's sword, losing once again. It was the sixth time today.
"Again," she murmured, pouting.
"Let's continue," Madara immediately said, not wanting to stop, while holding the sword of that witcher from the School of the Viper, whom he had killed many years ago, but still kept the sword intact. He kept it as an extra weapon, which is why he never got rid of it, only maintaining it so it wouldn't break or lose the effect of its runes.
He was still a bit small for the sword, but with his physical strength, he could wield it with extreme mastery as easily as any witcher.
"Alright," Cirilla said as she went to pick up her sword again and resumed fighting Madara, getting into a fighting stance as soon as she stood in front of him, with much greater intensity than she had fought with before when she was being trained.
But Madara did this on purpose; after all, he wanted to push her lineage to its limits. He wanted to see the girl at her peak. He would help her reach a much higher level than she had in the series. If she had difficulty controlling her power, he would make her gain complete mastery over it, as he didn't know what would happen in this world. And if she said she dreamed of seeing the Kyuubi, Madara couldn't imagine what they might encounter in this world that would require her to face an opponent, as a bijuu was a power that nothing in this world could match. And Cirilla would be his companion through whatever may come.
And Cirilla felt determined to grow as well. She saw that Madara was indeed teaching her more seriously than ever, and she didn't want to be left behind; she wanted to keep up with Madara, to be as strong as he was. So that she wouldn't be left behind by the most important person in her life.
So, once again, they started fighting each other, while the sound of their swords clashed in that arena where Madara had once faced the robot, that mage once.
The bones of both the mage and Lord Rushford, along with the carcass of the robot, were still there. So Madara and Cirilla had spent the entire day fighting each other, with Cirilla falling once more, defeated, but getting up to continue after Madara requested.
They had arrived at this place yesterday, and the first thing Madara did was ensure they were not followed and then took the dimeritium, spreading it all over the place, ensuring it wouldn't be removed by rain or wind, while no one could track Ciri or teleport into that location.
The day passed, and night finally came. As he looked at the girl lying on the ground, breathing heavily, he just sighed before approaching. "You fought well, Ciri. Keep this up, and you'll be far more skilled than you've ever been by the end of this month," Madara praised her.
As Siri kept a small victorious smile on her face, having managed to extract rare words of praise from Madara, he helped her up.
"Let's eat something," he said, and they headed out of the arena. This place wasn't just an arena, a laboratory, or a storage area—it had many rooms, even a dining room with a large table where they ate while Madara created a clone to prepare something. His griffin was also present, eating something nearby, as its summoning hadn't been dispelled, and it had stayed in the location since then. Cirilla enjoyed its presence, and thinking that the creature was alone there, eating boys and cows from some farmer, Madara decided to keep it there because it could be hunted.
Madara also couldn't leave the place for now, as he too might be sought after. Even though he hadn't left many belongings behind, unlike Cirilla, there was still that possibility. So, he sent clones to hunt in the forest and bring back food, while continuing to stockpile what he already had stored for emergencies.
They ate and then went to a place where their clothes were stored. "I'm going to take a bath," Cirilla said as she grabbed some clean clothes from her wardrobe, and Madara nodded.
She returned a moment later with her hair slightly wet as she tried to dry it and prepared for bed. "Good night, Madara…" she murmured.
"Good night, Ciri," he replied as the griffin joined them.
The next day, they kept the same routine, training intensely all day long. The place also had a sort of waterfall and a perfect spot for bathing, where Cirilla did so every day, and Madara every two or three days, as he didn't sweat easily.
He let the girl bathe alone before they went to bed since she cried every time. She hadn't yet overcome the sorrow of losing her grandmother and her home, and she did it silently. Cirilla didn't want to act as she had before, accusing Madara, knowing he had nothing to do with the fall of her home. Even though she knew this fate, she had to acknowledge that she could do nothing to change it. The last thing she wanted was to lose him.
Days passed as Madara maintained the same routine with her in that place, without anyone knowing where the two most sought-after people in the North were being kept.
Their pursuers seemed quite frustrated. It had already been two weeks since the Nilfgaardians had lost track of the Northern team and scoured the area, finding nothing but dead bodies with no survivors. One of the leaders of those search teams, Cahir, was not at all pleased with this, as he still had to report to his superiors, who, in turn, expressed dissatisfaction with the fruitless search.
In the south, the army was getting closer to the border, devastating what they could of Cintra. One of these places was the very territory that Madara controlled. They didn't hesitate to destroy it entirely, throwing his banner with the fire fan—something they didn't understand—onto the ground while attempting to loot the castle.
However, there was something peculiar: unlike all other places in Cintra, there was no one there. It seemed that everyone had received an order from their lord to retreat, and that's what Madara had done. He sent everyone away before the war even began. He was the only person who didn't send any soldiers to fight in the battle.
Back in the north, even the mages of Aretuza were losing all hope of finding Cirilla. Although most were scared after the death of their companions, some still sought her by the king's order. But with no success in the search, they believed she was being protected in some anti-magic place.
Of course, rumors of the event in the forest spread quickly among the mages of Aretuza, causing even more fear. Knowing that there was a boy beside the princess who had killed more than ten mages and controlled the last one to assassinate a king terrified them all. Many began to pay attention to Madara and wondered who he was, but no one had any answers.
In a tower of Aretuza, Triss looked into her magical mirror as her friend appeared on the other side.
"I see, it seems he doesn't want to be found at all," said the voice on the other side, which was Yennefer after hearing Triss's story.
After two weeks since that event, Triss had finally managed to get in touch with Yennefer. "You seem very calm after hearing that our friends and sisters were massacred," Triss murmured with an unsatisfied tone.
"That boy eliminated ten of our colleagues, so strong at such a young age..." Yennefer simply commented.
Triss looked strangely at her friend, speechless. Of course, she was also frightened by this. She couldn't imagine someone so strong to be able to do that. But her friend seemed so calm that it was shocking to her.
Seeing this, Yennefer just sighed. "As I told you, Triss, that boy is special, very special. But when he is determined to kill, no one survives. And he's doing this to protect the princess, which doesn't make him a monster as you're thinking, after all, no one would want to be hunted like that..." Yennefer said with a serious tone.
"Even so, you still intend to go after him..." Triss spoke with a cautious tone.
"I'm not going after him, but I want to get close." Yennefer knew it probably wouldn't end well if that happened. "Anyway... thank you for the information," she said at the end as a thank you.
But Triss didn't seem convinced of this. "I know you want to see the boy, but be careful. You've already seen what he's capable of," she commented, fearing for her friend's safety.
"I know, Triss. I won't just appear out of nowhere. I need to find a way not to make him suffer. Geralt is my best option." Yennefer replied seriously. "And speaking of him, I need to warn Geralt, but I can't get in touch with him now... which is a shame since I don't know where he is... He needs to be warned that Cirilla is heading north..." Yennefer said, concerned. "Now I'm going... goodbye." She spoke, and the magical connection was canceled.
At sea, Geralt was finally aboard a ship, heading toward Skellige at this moment. As the weeks passed, he finally reached the group of islands known as Skellige. It was only three weeks after he had left that woman in the village that he made his way to the main island, searching for Cirilla and Madara.
Meanwhile, in Aretuza, several mages were gathering at that moment. Tissaia looked at each of them: there was Triss, there was Coral, and many other friends and mages among them.
"Now we will go to the Sodden Hills to help the Northern Kingdoms," she determined, and so the mages of Aretuza began to take action as well.
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*Raccoon Here:*
For those who don't know, the Battle of Sodden Hill is a canonical event, so I made my own build-up for it. It's where the mages died, Triss being one of the victims, while Geralt saves her, and she has to use magic to hide her burned skin for the rest of her life, which is when she falls in love with Geralt. So our witcher will return to the continent soon.
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