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As Hana departed to fulfill his orders, Sai pivoted sharply on his heel, striding purposefully toward the training room. The rhythmic clang of metal against metal echoed through the corridors, a familiar melody that beckoned him closer. Upon entering the chamber, he spotted Jin immersed in his training, his sword cleaving the air with a precision that spoke of years of mastery.
Sai's eyes, still adapting to the sharpness of his newly awakened Aura Vision, zeroed in on Jin. For the first time, he perceived the soldier's energy—raw, potent, swirling like an uncontained storm within a mortal vessel. It was unmistakable: Jin was the strongest warrior in all of Zarador.
As if sensing Sai's gaze, Jin halted mid-swing, lowering his sword as he turned to face his lord.
Jin (respectful yet curious):
"My lord, what brings you here?"
Sai (calm but purposeful):
"I came for training."
Jin (raising an eyebrow):
"Then I'll take my leave and give you the space—"
Sai (interrupting, a faint smirk dancing on his lips):
"No, you stay. You'll train with me."
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Jin hesitated, studying Sai with an intensity that spoke volumes. A flicker of uncertainty crossed his features, but he soon nodded, accepting the challenge. Sai raised his arm, a soft glow emanating as his sword materialized from his bracelet, its blade glinting in the dim light of the chamber.
They squared off, the tension palpable. With a deep breath, they moved.
The first clash was thunderous—Jin's sword descended with a force that sliced through the air like a tempest. Sai reacted instinctively, raising his blade to block, but the impact reverberated through him, a harsh reminder of Jin's overwhelming strength. The room rang with the sound of metal meeting metal, echoing like a battle cry.
CLANG!
Jin was strong—stronger than Sai had anticipated. Each of Jin's strikes was delivered with precision and grace, his movements fluid as if he danced on air. Yet Sai, armed with his Aura Vision, saw the truth behind Jin's power: every flicker of energy that heralded a swing, every subtle shift in his stance.
Sai (thinking):
"I can see it… I can read his movements."
But perception and endurance were worlds apart. Sai struggled to parry Jin's next attack, the force jolting through his arm like a bolt of lightning. Gritting his teeth, he held firm as their swords collided once more, the sharp CRASH of steel resonating through the air.
CLANG! CRASH!
Sai countered with a swift thrust, but Jin effortlessly deflected the blow, spinning gracefully before unleashing a powerful horizontal slash. Sai ducked just in time, his heart racing as he felt the rush of air from Jin's swing.
Jin (his voice steady, a hint of admiration):
"Your eyes have improved, my lord. But can your body keep up?"
Sai's breath came heavy, sweat trickling down his brow, but surrender was not an option. He could feel the opening—Jin's energy flared just before he moved. Yet every time Sai struck, Jin was already there, his sword meeting Sai's with unwavering timing.
CLANG!
The impact was relentless, sparks flying like fireflies in the night. Sai could perceive Jin's every movement, the flow of energy coursing through him. But with every strike Jin unleashed, Sai felt his own strength waning. Each hit sent tremors coursing through his arms, and Sai sensed the pressure mounting. His Aura Vision revealed the path, but his body still needed to catch up.
Sai (gritting his teeth, panting):
"I can see… but I'm not strong enough yet."
Jin pressed forward, launching a powerful overhead swing, the weight of his sword crashing down like thunder. Sai barely raised his blade in time, the force of the blow buckling his knees slightly as the sound of their swords colliding reverberated through the room.
BOOM!
But Sai stood his ground, his glowing eyes locked on Jin, every motion and flicker of energy laid bare before him. Drawing a sharp breath, he shifted his weight, channeling the momentum to push Jin back slightly. He had learned one crucial lesson from their exchanges—he could perceive Jin's strength, yet his own was still in the crucible of development.
Jin (smirking, lowering his sword slightly):
"You've got potential, my lord. But potential alone won't win battles."
Sai (determined, wiping sweat from his brow):
"Good. That's exactly why I'm here. Keep pushing me—let's see if I can close the gap."
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Once more, the two warriors faced off, swords raised, the air thick with anticipation from their earlier clashes. Sai's Aura Vision flared anew, and as they resumed their sparring, the sounds of their duel melded into a symphony of power and precision—one man tempered by experience, the other forged by newfound strength.
The training session was far from over, and though Jin held the upper hand, Sai recognized this was merely the beginning. He had glimpsed the limits of his strength, and now, he had a new horizon to strive toward.
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As the day wore on and Sai concluded his rigorous training with Jin, fatigue clung to him like a heavy cloak. His muscles throbbed with exertion, and sweat soaked his skin as he trudged back to his room. His mind whirred with memories of their spar—each clash of blades, Jin's raw might, and the overwhelming sensation of his Aura Vision, revealing truths beyond his comprehension.
When Sai finally reached his room, the door closed behind him with a soft click. He exhaled, collapsing into a chair, but the reprieve was short-lived. Sara's voice sliced through the silence, a playful yet reproachful undertone lacing her words.
Sara (playful, but tinged with reprimand):
"Why didn't you utilize Zaroth's shadow power during your training?"
Sai (groaning, rubbing his temple):
"Because I don't know how to use it."
Sara (incredulous, almost mocking):
"What?! You don't know how to wield Zaroth's power?"
Sai (sighing, irritation creeping into his voice):
"Well, it's not like I had a manual. Zaroth handed me his power but left me without instructions. What did he expect?"
Sara (sighing dramatically):
"Alright, alright. Typical Zaroth—grand gestures with no guidance. Let's correct that. Summon your sword and focus on channeling Zaroth's power through it."
Sai (raising an eyebrow):
"Now? After all that training?"
Sara (insistent):
"Yes, now. You desire to comprehend his power, don't you? Trust me."
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Sai grumbled under his breath but complied. Rising from his seat, he lifted his arm, and with a flicker of energy, his sword emerged from the bracelet. The blade hummed softly in the stillness of the room, its edge gleaming under the dim light.
He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensation of Zaroth's power. Uncertain of how to summon it, he let his thoughts wander, seeking to grasp the elusive energy gifted to him. Slowly, he felt something awaken within—a dark, cold force, like shadows creeping through his veins.
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Minutes trickled by, his breathing steady as he focused. Suddenly, a surge erupted within him—the black energy began to flow. Tendrils of darkness coiled up the sword's blade, twisting and swirling until the entire weapon was enveloped in a black aura. The energy crackled, flickering like living shadows, pulsing through the weapon with a life of its own.
Sai (smirking, breath heavy):
"I did it."
Sara (teasing, smug):
"No, I did it. You merely stood there."
Sai (rolling his eyes):
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It worked, didn't it?"
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The sword felt different now, heavier—not in weight, but in presence, as if Zaroth's essence had melded with the blade. The air thickened around it, a chill creeping through the room. Yet, despite this triumph, Sai felt an unfamiliar weight settling on his chest—a drain he hadn't noticed before.
Sai (still curious, narrowing his eyes):
"Alright, you showed me how to activate it. But what does Zaroth's power truly do?"
Sara (dodging the question with a sly tone):
"Oh, I'll enlighten you… later. For now, you should rest."
Sai (confused, raising an eyebrow):
"Rest? What do you mean? I'm fine."
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As Sai attempted to take a step forward, a sudden wave of dizziness crashed over him. His vision blurred, and his legs buckled beneath him. He barely caught himself on the bed's edge before collapsing into its embrace. His body felt leaden, muscles protesting against the strain.
Sai (struggling to keep his eyes open):
"What… what's happening?"
Sara (gently, almost concerned):
"You're out of mana, Sai. Channeling Zaroth's power drains you faster than you realize. You need to learn to manage it better. Rest now; you've pushed yourself too far."
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As darkness began to creep at the edges of his vision, Sai fought against the tide of fatigue. He had achieved something extraordinary today, hadn't he? Yet here he was, slipping away into a murky abyss, the weight of his newfound power hanging heavily on his conscience.
With one last conscious thought, he realized that while the sword had connected him to Zaroth's essence, mastering that connection would be a far more arduous journey than he had anticipated. He succumbed to the exhaustion, the world fading away as he drifted into a deep sleep, the shadows of his aspirations whispering in the silence.
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