News spread quickly through the nearby town of a boy with extraordinary aura, trained by a stranger.
A tall swordsman, cloaked in dark robes, arrived at Kaelen's courtyard.
His aura was cold, sharp, and commanding.
"I hear you're training talent beyond your station," the swordsman said, his gaze piercing. "Are you trying to steal glory that isn't yours?"
Kaelen smiled faintly.
"Glory?" he asked. "I'm not after glory. I'm after potential.
And everyone deserves a chance to grow."
The swordsman's lips twitched. "We'll see how long that lasts."
Even as he left, Kaelen knew this was the first of many tests the world would send.