Legacy: Stories And Tales

Lost Wind

Varax grappled with an internal discord, a profound complexity that shadowed his thoughts like an elusive mist. It was an inexplicable discomfort tied to the concept of competition, an unsettling feeling that lingered, leaving questions unanswered in the recesses of his mind.

Without a clear understanding of the source, Varax pushed these contemplations aside, opting to tread the path with his companions. Amidst the group, he observed Kasei's remarkable recovery, a sight that sparked joy within him.

Embracing the role of the eldest among them, Varax assumed the mantle of a protective elder brother. With a swift change of attire, the group geared up and embarked towards the training grounds, eager to hone their skills.

En route, the resonant echoes of cheers and obscure applause reached their ears, prompting Kasei's immediate curiosity. Despite Varax's concern for Kasei's well-being, the latter darted towards the source of jubilation. Acting swiftly, Varax offered Kasei a ride, surprising the younger member of the group.

Reassuring Kasei with a casual wave, Varax urged the rest to hasten towards the training grounds. Shoma and Kazuto, initially taken aback, found themselves chuckling with unbridled delight as they sprinted alongside Varax. Kasei, still grappling with surprise and a hint of embarrassment, clung to the unexpected ride.

In a whirlwind of laughter and camaraderie, they covered the distance swiftly, reaching the training grounds with an air of anticipation. Varax gently lowered Kasei to the ground, and as one cohesive unit, they gravitated towards the source of the commotion.

The training grounds buzzed with activity, an arena of animated displays and vibrant energy. Varax surveyed the spectacle with a discerning eye, the dynamics of competition playing out before them. Kasei, having overcome his initial shock, joined the group in absorbing the fervor.

He always hide his discomfort every time he went here, as his Giant friends are always warmongers that seeks joy through duels. The Giants always battle against the Faunas and satyrs, and Varax who is gifted with a sense in battle was always invited. Kasei looking over the tremendously large arena was in awe, this is the training grounds of the Cavern.

Varax, with a subtle yet pronounced authority, directed their attention to the unfolding events. The air crackled with excitement as they immersed themselves in the spectacle, the camaraderie within the group deepening amidst the shared enthusiasm.

As they watched the skilled combatants engage in a dance of prowess, Varax's internal conflict momentarily receded. The grandeur of the moment, the palpable energy in the air, eased the lingering discomfort within him.

In the tapestry of their journey, this unexpected diversion became a vibrant thread, weaving together moments of joy, surprise, and unity. Varax, embracing his role as the group's elder statesman, couldn't help but smile at the serendipity that unfolded in the wake of their shared pursuit.

And so, under the expansive sky of the training grounds, Varax and his companions found themselves immersed in a grand spectacle-a testament to the intricate dance of camaraderie and competition that defined their path.

A collective gasp escaped Varax and his companions as they stumbled upon an unexpected spectacle. Reaper, a formidable figure, engaged in a duel with a younger boy on the grounds, and the unfolding skirmish held them in rapt fascination.

The clash of Reaper's spear against the boy's scythes painted a vivid scene of skill and strategy. Varax marveled at the precision with which Reaper parried every strike, leaving the boy in a perpetual struggle to breach his defenses.

Amidst the intense combat, a chant rose from the crowd, revealing the boy's name - Ryukojo. The cheers seemed to infuse him with an infectious spirit, transforming his predicament into a catalyst for audacity. With a grin born of determination, Ryukojo hatched a risky plan, fueled by the thrill of the moment.