"Kiyotaka, having enjoyed his 3 years in ANHS, decides to put an end to his freedom, but he didn't know that his decisions would have consequences bigger than his small self. It follows the journey of Lucifer Vritra to become stronger in anticipatio...
After my mana classes, Cadell and I had physical training.
Better said, only he, since my body was that of a baby, could do little. Although my body had grown a little since I was reincarnated in this world.
I was currently waiting for him to go train, as he said. But the training was teaching me how to swing a sword while I just watched him make movements. He's strong but after a whole year watching his movements, it was boring.
Patterns and more repetitive patterns.
I had to admit that I wasn't such an ugly baby.
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My hair as dark as obsidian had grown little since I was born, fortunately it was also straight hair that would save me from having to comb my hair in the future, my green eyes now with the connection that became increasingly stronger with mana, I could change them to gold every time I concentrated or filled them with mana and finally my skin was so white that it looked like it was sick, but from what I saw, I had inherited Agrona's skin tone and hair.
Well, Agrona is visually appealing. I'm not complaining if I inherit some of his facial features.
Without knocking on the door, Cadell entered my room while carrying me in his arms. Although I was currently starting to walk, there were several stairs that had to be used to get to the training area.
After a short trip we arrived at the right room to train, upon entering, a large dojo with polished wooden walls that exude a feeling of history and respect. The floor is tatami, soft under your feet, and the air is infused with the aroma of linseed oil and wood.
In the center, there is a large clear space where practitioners can move freely with a keyboard that helps when training to increase weight in the area. On one side, shelves full of swords of different styles: katana, long sword, rapier and many more, each with its own story. The swords shine in the soft light coming through the tall windows, creating an almost magical atmosphere.
The walls are decorated with blows and holes depicting battle scenes.
As you get deeper into the place, you hear the rhythmic sound of metal crashing into metal: Strange, usually it's just me and Cadell. As we move forward the atmosphere is full of energy, determination and competence but also camaraderie.
As we got closer: my body started to shake.
A miasma of brutal and animal killing intent radiated from the training site ahead, purposely projected to loudly announce its presence. I focused all the mana that my small core offered me in my eyes and five distinct mana signatures became clear, each one burning with the sick intensity that I had come to understand as the corrupt deviant mana used by the Vritra.
