- After I arrived in my former home, I was ridiculed by the people in the mansion. First, Leon's so-called family, and then even the servants, actively ignored my presence.
- They would turn their backs or look away the moment I entered a room, as if my very existence polluted the air they breathed.
- But I didn't pay them any attention Instead, I focused on honing my skills, spending countless hours in the training grounds. I never sought rest or comfort, pushing my body to its limits, refusing to let it become dull or complacent.
- My training was relentless. Day in and day out, I pushed myself, perfecting my swordplay, strengthening my body, and sharpening my mind. One day, as the sun beat down on the dusty training grounds, I noticed some guards looking at me, a mocking smile playing on their lips.
- They whispered among themselves, their glances filled with disdain. Finally, one of them, a hulking brute with a thick black beard and a jagged scar across his face, stepped forward.
- His muscles rippled beneath his tunic, a clear testament to his physical prowess.
- "Hey you, how about we have a sparring match, Soldier?" - he sneered, his voice laced with challenge. He clearly underestimated me, seeing only a solitary figure focused on his drills, not the honed weapon I had become.
- I looked at him, my expression unreadable. His arrogance was palpable, and I could feel the simmering tension in the air. I simply nodded, a silent acceptance of his challenge. There was no need for words; my actions would speak for themselves.
- We took some distance from each other, the other guards forming a rough circle around us, eager to witness what they presumed would be my defeat.
- The moment the match began, a fraction of a second was all it took. Before he could even fully ready his stance, I vanished from his sight. My movements were a blur, a whisper of wind. In an instant, I reappeared behind him, my sword a gleaming arc in the sunlight. With a controlled, precise strike, I hit him with the back of my sword in the back of his head, just enough force to send him sprawling to the ground with a grunt of surprise and pain. The dust kicked up around him as he landed hard.
- The other soldiers, who had been laughing moments before, were frozen in stunned silence. Their mocking smiles vanished, replaced by wide-eyed disbelief. They hadn't anticipated such speed, such efficiency. Before they could even process what had happened, another guard, fueled by a misguided sense of loyalty or perhaps just pure anger, lunged at me.
- My senses, however, were on high alert. I easily dodged his clumsy attack, and with a swift, calculated movement, I drew my scabbard and struck him in the face. The dull thud echoed in the sudden silence as he reeled back, his nose gushing blood, before collapsing to the ground, knocked out cold.
- The remaining guards, their faces contorted with rage, began to close in, forming a tighter circle. They moved with a newfound aggression, intending to overwhelm me with sheer numbers. But I was not to be cornered.
- Just as they were about to pounce, a swirling, shimmering mist suddenly appeared out of nowhere, engulfing me. It wasn't a trick of light or a natural phenomenon; it was a manifestation of my own innate power, a defensive reflex born from years of instinctual combat.
- The guards hesitated, their confusion evident. In that brief moment of their uncertainty, I moved. The mist served as both a screen and a conduit, allowing me to move with an impossible speed and precision.
- In the next second, the mist dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, revealing an astonishing sight: all the remaining guards were now lying on the ground, some groaning, others completely unconscious.
- I hadn't used my sword on them, merely my hands and feet, striking at pressure points, disarming and neutralizing them before they could even register my presence.
- I looked down at them, a faint sense of weariness settling over me. The training, the constant vigilance, the need to always be ready – it was an exhausting existence, but a necessary one. With a sigh, I turned and walked back to my room, seeking the solitude and rest I so rarely allowed myself, knowing that tomorrow, the training would begin anew.
- For power, I had learned, was not a gift to be flaunted, but a heavy responsibility that demanded constant refinement and an unwavering commitment to its mastery.
- The next day as I was sitting on a chair in the garden using my spatial awareness skill to further hone it until I saw my big stepsister Sonia.
- Sonia is defined by her slim, agile build and striking red hair. Her brown eyes complement her vibrant locks, hinting at her perceptive nature, and one of the most hated by Leon in his memories.
- She saw me and came to me with a look of disdain and said ordering one of the maids a chair. She cut straight to the point without any greetings. " Why were you acting high in the lunch that day to my mother and had a superior gaze like you are above us? I hated that." Sonia.
- he looked at her and smiled a bit. " Oh, Sonia," Leon scoffed, a sneer twisting his lips. "You hate people who use 'a superior gaze'? That's rich, coming from someone whose own mother practically invented the concept. And you, with your 'perceptive nature'? You're as transparent as that cheap silk you're wearing. Save your dramatic monologues for someone who actually cares." Leon.
- After I said that I could see her face contort with a mix of anger and hurt, then she looked back at me with a angery face saying. " You really become something else after your disappearance but it will hurt you one day." Sonia.
- After she said that she stood up and walked with an angry face going back to the mansion and I was sitting there like something heavy lift my chest.
- At that moment I knew it was from Leon's feelings that he hid because he was afraid af getting beaten or yelled at by them.