In Another World With My Building Skills, And Made My Own Kingdom

Training

Kenta rose before dawn each day, his mind focused and his body prepared for the rigorous training ahead. The serene landscape of Aetheria provided a peaceful backdrop, but Kenta's heart was filled with a fierce determination. He couldn't afford to waste a single moment; he needed to sharpen his skills in swordsmanship, magic, and archery.

Each morning, he began with a series of warm-up exercises to prepare his muscles. His body was lean and powerful, honed by years of training and battle. The elves of Aetheria were skilled warriors, but Kenta's strength was unique—he combined the physical prowess of a seasoned soldier with the arcane knowledge he had gained over the years.

The sun was just beginning to rise as Kenta moved through a series of sword forms, his blade slicing through the air with precision. His movements were fluid and controlled, a testament to his dedication and discipline. Sweat glistened on his skin as he transitioned seamlessly from one form to the next, each strike more powerful than the last.

After an hour of sword training, Kenta switched to magic practice. He stood in the center of a clearing, focusing his energy on a single point. With a deep breath, he began to channel his magic, summoning a ball of fire in his hand. The flames danced and flickered, casting a warm glow over his face. Kenta's control over his magic had grown stronger, but he knew there was still much to learn.

He practiced casting spells of various elements—fire, water, earth, and air. Each spell required a different technique and level of concentration. As he cast a water spell, creating a small whirlpool in the air, he couldn't help but think of his children. Ryuu and Akari had inherited his magical abilities, and he hoped they were safe, wherever they were.

Next, Kenta moved on to archery. He strung his bow and took aim at a series of targets set up along the edge of the clearing. His arrows flew with deadly accuracy, striking the center of each target. Archery required a steady hand and a keen eye, and Kenta prided himself on his skill with the bow.

As the morning turned to afternoon, Kenta continued his training, pushing his body to its limits. He was determined to be ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

One day, as Kenta was working out in his room, he felt a presence at the door. He was in the middle of his routine, his muscles straining with each movement. The room was filled with the sound of his exertion, and he was completely focused on his workout.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a beautiful elf entered the room. She had long, flowing hair and eyes that sparkled with curiosity. She was clearly taken aback by the sight before her—Kenta's build was impressive, his muscles rippling with each movement. He was as strong as the god of war himself, and the elf couldn't help but blush at the sight.

Kenta didn't notice her at first, too absorbed in his training. But the elf stood there, stunned by his physical prowess. She had never seen anyone so jacked up, and she found herself experiencing love at first sight.

Finally, Kenta sensed her presence and stopped his workout. He turned to face her, his expression one of surprise. "Oh, sorry, I didn't notice you there," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. In his thoughts, he wondered, "What is she doing? Why is she still standing there?"

The elf snapped out of her reverie and stammered, "O-oh, sorry, I was just shocked. I didn't mean to intrude."

Kenta gave her a reassuring smile. "It's alright. Is there something you needed?"

She blushed again, clearly flustered. "I...I forgot to tell you something. You have a meeting with the leader."

Kenta nodded, understanding. "Thank you for letting me know. I'll be there shortly."