However, seeing that nothing happened despite his shout, he sprawled on the mid-mown grass, wearing an expression of disappointment.
The two brothers murmured a few meters away, unaware that Kyriel, lying on the grass, could hear their conversation. However, they had no idea that the gods had endowed the young aspiring swordsman with hearing that surpassed that of ordinary mortals. Kyriel could hear the sounds of birds flying through the air from 2 kilometers away, but he hadn't shared this gift with his family. They couldn't have known that the young aspirant was listening, with surgical precision, to the back-and-forth of their conversation.
He got up and ran to see his father, who had a small workshop behind their house. Kyriel's days came and went, but they were all the same. He got up at dawn to perform a series of exercises aimed at strengthening his endurance and general physical fitness. At sunrise, he would set up meals for the animals on their farm, then go help some of his brothers with the daily harvest. At midday, he would help his father in his workshop, and in the evening, he would start his series of exercises again, but this time, far from the compound, in a clearing about 10 kilometers from the farm family's home. Of course, he covered this distance on foot, running, establishing an umpteenth physical effort that he called "a test of conversion."
The capacity as well as the overall amount of energy emanating from the members of the St Patrick family was low, so much so that the only one, until now, to have been able to reach the level of swordsman lv2 was Gregory St Patrick, the father. But for reasons undisclosed by the latter, he had never been able to attain the title of master swordsman, even though the Geijutsu tests had revealed in him an extraordinary latent talent, more than necessary to obtain the title of master swordsman. For some, the tests had been rigged, for others, young Gregory had reached the limit of his ART. The speculations came and went, but only the latter knew why he had given up his former dream and started a family with young Marie. No one in the entire kingdom of Geboku expected a master swordsman from the St. Patrick family to emerge one day. No one, except young Kyriel, who had excessive faith in himself and in the gods he prayed to every night.
<...I must silence my primal instincts and concentrate on my exercises.> And he set off for the clearing, wearing a radiant smile and an expression of overflowing enthusiasm.
All along the way, he could be heard repeating tirelessly
<... May the Gods help me... god of food, if you exist, hear my call and help me> Kyriel cried pathetically, tears streaming down his cheeks, thus expressing his deep despair.
He turned toward a hummingbird that was about to attack him.
An explosion was heard from afar, and the little hummingbird ran away, frightened by the deafening noise. The noise was powerful, so powerful that it even made Kyriel forget his intense hunger. It was even more impressive for the young aspirant, who was able to hear bird sounds 2 kilometers away.
<...I'd better get out of here...> Kyriel thought, but his curiosity was just as overwhelming as the hunger he'd felt just moments before. Thus, he began to run toward the enormous explosion, driven by an insatiable curiosity. About 500 meters away, Kyriel was almost there. Moving stealthily and stealthily, he hid behind a rock and looked towards the spot where the enormous explosion seemed to have taken place.
<...I feel like my flesh and bones are being destroyed from the inside out... I can't breathe,> thought Kyriel, sweat running down his face in alarm.
But before he could make any move, he looked up and saw a young man standing in front of him.