"Human's physique is always changing every seconds. Natural blood circulation and metabolism, even natural mana circulation is, in essence, was other form of passive changing—evolution."
Master start to explaining to me about his view about physique.
"Changing and adaptating is about evoluting, bit by bit, without even we noticing it.
Your training in these three days is the same. Yes, evoluting, to getting proper physique to train sword.
Slowly but definitely, you is changing, evolving. Don't you feel it, my disciple, how different your blood and mana circulation now, after all that train?"
Arcide's eyes widened in disbelief.
"..."
He didn't say anything in response and drowned within his mind instead, trying to finding what his master talking about.
Arcide Lilac is talented.
After watching Arcide run and run in these three days, Ken certain about it.
Even when facing the almost impossible training goals, his will and his body is rapidly adaptating and getting stronger, re-shaping his body and his way of running to the more appropriate physique and way to run and carrying the log— gaining the most effective pace to save his stamina as much as possible.
Arcide himself seems unaware about it, but Ken, as an seasoned swordman, realized the change.
Ken never expected that the disciple he always searching around the world is right here, in this small County, the son of his very old friend.
He initially just came for all Thiandore did for him in the past and gave his friend's son a bit standard training and standard sword technique.
However, it seems, fate is said different.
His plan needed to be reinformated.
"Catch it, Arcide!"
"O-oh...!"
Ken thrown a white-scabbarded katana with purple plum blossoms like carving at the scabbard to Arcide.
"This is..."
That young boy's amethysts eyes widened with awe and disbelief.
Ken satisfied just by seeing his reaction.
"Your katana. Sakura-no-shiroame."
"Sakura-no-shiroame..." Arcide gulped, a bit trembling when he slowly unsheathing the katana, appearing an shinning-black blade to the world.
—I decided to teach Arcide my Hitoe to Fugenzou-ryu.
Ken remembering when he told Thiandore about it.
—Cough! Cough! W-what? A-are you surious?
He can't help but letting a chuckle when he recalling how Thiandore's composed demeanor destroyed.
And he surious about it.
He would raise Arcide as his disciple, for the real deal, not just formally or because of his debt to Thiandore.
—You're indeed blessed, Thiandore. You and your family is all talented. Well, I can't say it's felt fair, but... I guess you just deserved it.
—... Thanks, Ken. Please take care of my son.
"Of course, my friend..."
Ken let out the murmur beneath his breath, watching Arcide, who still stood in awe while holding Sakura-no-shiroame.
Ken smiled, turning his back to Arcide and start walking.
"Alright, let's go, Arcide."
Arcide look up at which direction Ken going and somewhat confused.
"W-wait, Master! That direction is the mansion's gate..."
As response, Ken just let a loud laughter.
"Ahahaha, yeah, I know, of course!"
Arcide tilting his head, chasing his master from behind.
"Then, why?" He asked.
Ken glancing at Arcide's confused and questioning face, grinning.
"Because we're going to my homeland!"
"Master's homeland..."
Arcide ingesting his master's words, shocked.
"Y-yamato Nation? W-what... It's so sudden! W-wait, I need to packing my stuff and say goodbye to Lana, mother, and..."
Arcide stop chasing his master and turning back to the Mansion.
However.
"Don't worry, Thiandore already permitting me to taking you."
His master doesn't seems to let him even to doing these basic things to do before going to somewhere far from home.
He grab Arcide's colar, dragging he with him.
"M-master, wait! Please wait! I really should say goodbye to Lana—"
Before Arcide can even speak more, Ken hit his back neck, set him unconscious.
Arcide's katana almost fall to the ground because Arcide's grip at it loosen after he unconscious, but Ken catched it before touching the ground.
With unconscious Arcide in his hand, Ken giving the last smile to the Mansion afar, before walking away.
"Also, from now on, call me Sensei."
"Brother..."
In her room, Rilana suddenly felt her heart tightening, as if something important is gone from her.
The old lady tutor's voice heard, but her focus is somewhere else.
"Young lady, this alphabet is... Hm? Young lady? Where are you going—"
The door of the room banged open.
"Brother... Haa... Ha..."
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Rilana running from her room, passing the corridor after corridor of the Mansion, clutching her felt-hollowed chest.
"Brother..."
Finally, after some ten minutes of running with her short-slim legs, she reached the Mansion garden, right in front of the gate.
Her eyes fly all the way of everything she can see.
But...
She can't find him any where.
He is gone.
"Bro... ther..."
Her brother is gone.
Tears slowly pouring down her face.
"Brother~!"
"Arcide going to travel with Mr.Kawaou... You said?" Wylleah tremblingly laying down the cup of tea of her, glaring at her husband in disbelief and a bit fury.
"Are you surious, dear?" She asked to make sure that she's not off hearing it.
"Yes, I am surious. And Ken should already going with Arcide right now." Thiandore calmly answered.
SRINGG!
With a loud sound of metal-crashing, the table between the pair of husband and wife sliced in two.
In an instant, Wylleah stood right in front of Thiandore, an knife used for cutting beefs in her hand resting in the neck of Thiandore.
"Why are you not using your barrier?" She asked with emotionless face.
"Do you want to die so badly, Da~ar~ling~?"
Thiandore's face still maintain his calm and composed exterior, but his interior is shaking with fear and relief, the sweat at the side of his face is the proof of it.
Make an eye contact with her terrifying and cold eyes, Thiandore explain.
"Listen, my wife. Don't you see it from Arcide's eyes? That boy wanting to regain his talent back from Medusa. For doing so, he need more than normal and regular portion of train. And Ken is the one who can helping him with that."
Wylleah's emotionless face somewhat shaked. Her brow furrowed.
"But he still young! Going to an foreign country at that age, and just with an stranger whose he only known for three days—"
Wylleah's words cutted by Thiandore gentle smile.
"Not stranger, Wylleah. He is Arcide's Sensei."
Her furrowed brow furrow even more.
She felt dubiousing and hesitated but, eventually, she let out a sigh and throw away the knife in her hand.
She glaring the calm face of her husband.
"I don't like it. I always lose when it come to you."
"Hahaha..." Thiandore can only let out an awkward laugh.
Wylleah crossing her arms beneath her huge chest, glancing afar beyond the glass, sighed.
"For some reason, I feel Arcide grown up so fast lately."
After some times later, when Wylleah already calming her mind back, she widened her eyes, remembered about something.
"Wait, dear..." She call.
"Ah?" Thiandore sipping his coffee, throw an questioning face to her.
"If Arcide go, then what about 'she'?" Wylleah said in blank face.
Thiandore's body stiffened.
His eyes dead.
"Ah... I forget it."
Move a bit more to south from Lilac County, in an another Count Territory.
"Clara, your fiancé already determined. Your partner is the Young master of the Lilac Family. The head of Lilac Family is my good friend. Remember, train well and don't ever makes me ashamed in front of the Lilac Family."
"Y-yes, Father."
W-what is this... Why am I here, In this world?
A little girl is now looking around, didn't sure and uncertain how and why she is here.