Six months of intensive training had transformed the Valemont estate's private dojo into a sophisticated testing ground. Combat drones lay systematically dismantled across the hardwood floor, their advanced targeting systems rendered obsolete by Caspian's enhanced capabilities. Walter stood at the room's center, analyzing his young charge's performance with professional detachment.
"Your prediction time has improved," the butler noted, studying the combat data on his tablet. "Threat assessment now occurs 3.7 seconds before physical manifestation."
Caspian maintained perfect posture despite the morning's exertion. His enhanced vision processed the scattered drone components, already calculating optimal reassembly patterns. "The mathematical models are becoming more refined. Each combat scenario adds new variables to consider."
"Indeed." Walter's tone held careful consideration. "Though I notice you're favoring predictive strikes over reactive defense. An interesting tactical choice."
"Efficiency," Caspian replied simply. His eyes shifted, golden patterns emerging as he reviewed the morning's combat data. "Preventing an attack requires less energy than countering one already in motion."
The dojo's observation room door opened silently, admitting Tobias Valemont. He carried a sealed case that Caspian's enhanced vision immediately identified as containing advanced monitoring equipment.
"The morning's neural scans are complete," Tobias announced, his tone clinical. "The enhancement appears to be self-optimizing. Each training session refines the underlying algorithms."
Caspian processed this information with measured consideration. The Valemont Chromosome had always granted enhanced capabilities, but this level of adaptive improvement suggested new possibilities.
"The family archives mentioned mental enhancement alongside physical capabilities," he noted, recalling texts studied in the library. "Though never to this degree of mathematical precision."
"No," Tobias agreed, setting up the monitoring equipment with practiced efficiency. "Your manifestation appears to have merged multiple aspects of the family's genetic potential. The question becomes how to properly channel such integration."
Walter initiated the dojo's advanced combat protocols, and a new wave of training drones emerged from hidden panels. These units incorporated prototype stealth technology, their movement patterns designed to challenge even enhanced perception.
Caspian's eyes tracked the drones with perfect clarity, the golden patterns in his irises spinning faster as combat calculations increased exponentially. Each unit's potential attack vectors resolved into pure mathematics, a complex equation waiting to be solved.
The first drone struck with inhuman speed, its attack pattern specifically designed to exploit normal human response limitations. Caspian moved with liquid precision, his body flowing through spaces that existed between standard combat responses. The drone's advanced targeting systems never registered his movement before it was systematically disabled.
"Remarkable," Walter observed as Caspian dismantled the entire drone squad with mathematical efficiency. "You're not just predicting their attacks. You're calculating the most efficient path through the entire combat scenario simultaneously."
Tobias studied the neural monitoring data with focused intensity. "The enhancement is processing multiple levels of tactical information. Physical combat, environmental analysis, and strategic planning - all occurring in parallel."
"The patterns are becoming clearer," Caspian noted, his enhanced vision cataloging every aspect of the morning's performance. "Each engagement adds new variables to the underlying mathematical model."
The dojo fell silent save for the soft hum of monitoring equipment. In the wreckage of advanced combat drones, a new understanding of the Valemont legacy's true potential was taking shape.