The Valemont estate's underground training facility hummed with restrained power. Reinforced walls bore the scars of previous sessions, each mark precisely cataloged by Caspian's enhanced vision. At six years old, he stood perfectly still as Walter unwound his signature microfilament wires.
"Today we move beyond automated opponents," Walter announced, the deadly wires catching light as they danced around him. "Your enhancement has surpassed the drones' capabilities. Time to test it against a more... unpredictable variable."
Caspian's eyes shifted, analyzing the way Walter's wires cut through available light. His vision mapped potential attack vectors, calculating tensile strength and lethal velocities. "The wires move faster than human reaction time."
"Indeed." Walter's smile held professional appreciation. "Which makes them an excellent test of your predictive capabilities."
Without warning, the wires lashed out, cutting through air with surgical precision. Caspian's enhanced vision tracked their movement in microscopic detail, mapping their trajectories in pure mathematics. His body moved with liquid efficiency, flowing through spaces that existed between the lethal strands.
"Good," Walter approved, manipulating the wires with decades of practiced skill. "But prediction alone isn't enough. Show me adaptation."
The attack pattern shifted, wires moving in complex three-dimensional geometries designed to eliminate standard escape routes. Caspian processed the changing variables in microseconds, his enhanced vision calculating optimal response paths before the threats fully manifested.
He moved through Walter's wire web with mathematical precision, each step and gesture precisely measured. The golden patterns in his eyes spun faster as combat calculations increased exponentially, mapping not just current threats but potential future configurations.
"Exceptional," Walter noted, increasing the complexity of his attack patterns. "You're not just avoiding the wires. You're predicting their optimal attack paths and denying them target zones."
"They follow consistent mathematical principles," Caspian replied, his voice steady despite the lethal dance. "Even complex patterns can be reduced to solvable equations."
The training room's observation window reflected subtle movement. Caspian's enhanced vision registered his mother's arrival even as he navigated another series of wire strikes. Carrie watched the session with professional intensity, her trained eye catching nuances that would escape normal observation.
Walter retracted his wires smoothly, transitioning to close-quarter combat with fluid grace. "Let's test your enhancement against more traditional methods."
The butler's strikes came with perfect form, each attack flowing into the next with lethal precision. Caspian's enhanced vision mapped muscle tensions and weight distributions, calculating probable attack sequences before they began.
"Your enhancement has evolved beyond simple combat prediction," Walter observed as they moved through increasingly complex exchanges. "You're processing multiple levels of tactical information simultaneously."
"The mathematics remains consistent," Caspian replied, flowing around a precisely aimed strike. "Combat is merely physics expressed through biology."
In the observation room, Carrie made notes on her tablet, documenting each new expression of her son's capabilities. The Valemont Chromosome had created something unprecedented, and its implications would need careful analysis.
The session continued for another hour, Walter systematically testing the limits of Caspian's enhanced capabilities. Each exchange added new variables to consider, new equations to solve in the midst of lethal movement.