Aias: from a world of kaijus to a world of fantasy and magic

Chapter 88

As Eric, Edwen, Isaac, Serell, and Aria look at Blake running off, with the key to his room in Aria's hand. One of them was looking longingly at him, and the other four had a mix of emotions.

Isaac and Serell's pride was hurt when they saw and realized that there was someone better than them—no, on a completely different level.

Isaac was easily outplayed, like he was a child, at the very thing people called him a genius at, his swordsmanship. Serrel was the same, but with magic, sensing Blake's absolute and overwhelming mastery of his magic, dwarfing his own.

As for Eric and Edwen, after calming down, Eric grew impatient with his inability to find his sister Rita because when he first saw Blake, he couldn't help but think he was his sister, save for the different color of his hair and eyes and, most importantly, the fact that he could wield magic.

As for Edwen, he wanted to find Rita, but not as much as Eric, because he was doing all this for Aria, who wanted to help Eric find his sister. Edwen thought it was best that she run away, but a small part of him wanted to know if his ex-fiancée, Rita, was okay. However, knowing her, he figured that she should be fine given how smart and resourceful she could be.

A silence fell on them till Isaac yelled out. "AHHHH!!! I can't stand him. I'm going off to train, Aria."

Walking off, Serell adjusted his glasses that were recently fixed and said, "Me too, excuse me," following Isaac.

"Wait, you two, where are you going?"

"Somewhere to train."

Smiling, motivated by their determination, she asked. "Then can I join you both?"

A bit taken aback, they did not expect Aria to say that, which made them blush.

Stuttering a little, both of them then said, "Su— Sure."

Then, turning back to Edwen and Eric, she asked if they were joining them. Eric said he would join but only watch, not telling her that he had a lot on his mind, while Edwen regretfully refused, saying he needed to take care of things, like taking some quests posted in the village hall to get some money, since they are broke right now and are waiting on their gear to be repaired.

"Oh, I see. See you later tonight. Good luck on your quests, and be careful."

"Yeah, you too."

Waving at each other goodbye, Aria, Isaac, Serall, and Eric made their way out of the village, which had a wide open meadow for them to train in.

There, Isaac took out his sword, one that was gifted to him by his father when he entered the royal academy, and he began swinging to warm up. Serell, on the other hand, made his hair glow blue, and he constructed swords made out of his mana infused with his nature.

Remembering their fight with Blake and how overwhelmed they were even when they were working together, Isaac imagined what he could have done differently to not be in that position, where he could only react to defend himself from the attack coming at him. He remembered how it felt as if he was being toyed with, how it felt to be completely helpless in a fight for the first time in his life.

He, a son of the captain knight commander, head of all knight orders in the kingdom, had expectations placed on him, which he gladly met and exceeded. At the age of 4, he began his training with a sword, and by the age of 7, when most children his age would start their swordsmanship training, he had the talent to beat most adults in sparring matches.

People called him a genius with a sword as he grew, and now, at just fourteen years of age, earlier this spring, they say he will be on track to become the youngest ever swordmaster, beating his own master, Thalric Veyl, a swordmaster who holds the current record at the age of twenty.