The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening

Gladiators Path

Time passed swiftly, and Xavier found himself among the bustling crowd, with Anastasia by his side and Alcmena perched on his lap. Together, they watched a series of intense battles unfold as contestants vied for victory in dazzling displays of skill and power.

As the latest match ended with cheers echoing for the victor, Xavier turned to Anastasia, his eyes alight with excitement. "This event is so fun to watch, Miss Anastasia!" he exclaimed, barely containing his enthusiasm.

Anastasia chuckled softly. "It certainly is, Young Master. This year's Gladiator Grand Festival has drawn in some of the most talented and formidable fighters. I wonder who will emerge as the new champion."

Xavier's smile broadened, brimming with confidence. "There's no need to wonder. I'm going to win this year's Gladiator Grand Festival!"

Anastasia's eyes widened in surprise at his bold declaration, while Alcmena let out a hearty laugh. "Look at you, kid. Getting a little full of yourself, aren't you?"

Xavier shot Alcmena a playful smirk. "Just following my Master's lesson: always be confident."

"Yeah, sure, kiddo..." Alcmena replied with a teasing sigh.

Just then, the announcer's voice boomed through the stadium, calling Xavier by his pseudonym, "Klay Worthmore," as the next fighter to face the mighty "Imperator of Arrogance." The crowd roared in anticipation.

Anastasia glanced at Xavier with a hint of concern. "It looks like you're up next, Young Master."

Sensing her worry, Xavier smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Miss Anastasia. Everything will be fine."

Anastasia took a steadying breath. "Very well, but remember, you're the third heir of the Ivanovich House. Take care of yourself out there."

Alcmena smirked, leaning in. "And try not to get your butt handed to you down there".

Xavier grinned, giving them both a confident nod. "I'll be sure to come back with the title in no time!"

As he strode away to prepare, Alcmena shook his head, clicking his tongue. "Arrogant brat."

Anastasia laughed. "He takes after you more than you know. I didn't realize you were the one teaching him to be so confident."

Alcmena shrugged, folding his arms. "Of course. Confidence is essential, especially for facing foes stronger than yourself. It's what keeps you alive. You know that, don't you, Anastasia?"

Anastasia nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I suppose I do."

Watching Xavier depart, Alcmena added, chuckling, "And he's my chosen vessel, the King of Dragons. He'll win this."

Meanwhile, in the preparation room filled with weapons and armor, Xavier examined the choices around him, debating. He knew he couldn't bring out Excalibur; that would draw too much attention. Picking up a sturdy steel sword, he murmured to himself, "This feels like the blades Father used to get for me, Big Sis, and Big Brother to use to train ourselves at home."

Taking a deep breath, Xavier's mind flashed with memories of his father, Jonathan. I just hope this sword is durable enough for my Vector Blade techniques, he thought, gripping the hilt with determination.

A Battle Herald entered the room, her voice cutting through his thoughts. "It's time. Your battle is about to begin."

Xavier nodded, moving toward her with urgency. Before leaving, he spotted a shield hanging on the far wall. In a swift motion, he grabbed it. I might need this too. You never know.

As they walked toward the entrance of the battleground, the Battle Herald turned to him, her tone grave. "Your opponent will be the Imperator of Arrogance, Miraxis Veilstrider. He's infamous for his cruelty and pride. And his pleasure in the suffering of his opponents".