The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening

Clash of Nobles

All the students gathered at the training camp, where they were taught how to fight as knights and warriors in preparation for future wars or conflicts. These lessons would continue until they graduated from the school.

To ensure safety, the students were divided into two groups: the gifted and the non-gifted. The school board enforced this separation to prevent unnecessary injuries, as the gifted students possessed abilities that could be dangerous to those without them.

As they walked toward their training session, Xavier and Jupiter strolled side by side, laughing and joking.

"How long have you been drawing?" Xavier asked curiously.

Jupiter thought for a moment before replying, "For as long as I can remember."

Xavier's eyes lit up. "Wow, that's amazing! It must be so cool to draw like that."

Jupiter flushed slightly at the praise. "Thanks, Xavier. That means a lot."

"Come on, who wouldn't appreciate your art? It's incredible!" Xavier grinned.

Jupiter smiled softly, his voice laced with gratitude. "Only my mother, aunty, and grandmother ever really complimented me on it before."

"Well, now you've got me too!" Xavier said with a playful nudge.

They continued walking when, suddenly, Jupiter accidentally bumped into another student, causing his sketches to spill onto the ground.

Jupiter's face paled. "I'm... I'm so sorry!"

The boy he had collided with turned, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "How dare you bump into a royal like me? Do you wish to die?"

Jupiter swallowed nervously. "I-I wasn't paying attention. I didn't mean—"

One of the boy's friends sneered, "You better apologize properly, peasant."

Another chimed in, "Don't you realize who you're talking to? This is Prince Magnus Flashstride, the second prince of Norway. Show some respect!"

Jupiter and Xavier instinctively lowered their heads in acknowledgment. Magnus, however, barely spared them a glance, his eyes drawn instead to one of Jupiter's fallen sketches. He picked it up, sneering as he examined the delicate lines.

"What is this filth?" Magnus scoffed. "Did you draw this garbage?"

Jupiter hesitated, then nodded. "Y-yes..."

With a cruel smirk, Magnus tossed the sketch onto the ground and deliberately stepped on it. "What a worthless talent."

Jupiter froze, his breath hitching. It was a drawing of his mother. Seeing it crushed and spat on, his eyes welled with tears.

Xavier's jaw clenched. He had only just met Jupiter, but seeing his friend in pain ignited a fury inside him. Lifting his head, he glared at Magnus. "Who do you think you are, belittling someone's talent like that?"

One of Magnus's friends grabbed Xavier by the collar, yanking him forward. "Watch your mouth, kid. Unless you have a death wish."

Magnus chuckled, raising a hand to stop his friend. "Let him go. I like his spirit."

The grip on Xavier loosened, and the boy scoffed. "You're lucky the prince is feeling generous."

Magnus turned to leave, but Xavier wasn't done. "Cowards! Where do you think you're going? Come back here and apologize to Jupiter!"

Jupiter tugged at Xavier's sleeve, whispering, "Xavier, let it go. It's not worth it."

But Xavier stood firm, his eyes locked on Magnus.