Chapter III: A Father and Son Reunion
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The two then went on their way to their massive mansion grounds at the back. Laura and her other children followed. Aron and Eryndor then began warming up. Aron is also a swordsman; he has mastered many techniques over his life. But in this session, they will be using wooden swords. Eryndor holds a three-foot long sword, just as his liking. While his father held a much longer, as long as the one he uses in battle.
“Are you done?” Aron asked.
“Yes!” Eryndor replied.
“Let’s start!”
And in that moment, Aron pounced at his son, surprising him. Eryndor barely blocked his father’s swing.
“It’s so heavy and full of aura!” Eryndor thought to himself.
He mustered up his strength and pushed his father away from him. He then took a few hops back and resumed his stance.
“Not bad. How about this!” Aron launched an attack again.
But this time, it was a clever one. The moment he appeared instantly in front of his son, he was about to swing his sword, however, when Eryndor was about to parry it, Aron let his sword fall from his hand. Eryndor followed the sword, but as soon as his eyes drifted away, Aron threw a punched at his son. Eryndor launched at least ten feet away from Aron who is now smirking,
“Always pay attention! Every movement of your opponent might be a diversion to trick you.” Aron yelled.
However, despite the sheer force of the punch, Eryndor didn’t fall. Instead, he has his arms crossed above his chest as he was able to block his father’s punch.
“Not too shabby.” Aron says to himself.
“Are you going to remain on the defensive end? Come on! Show me the fruit of your training!” Aron demanded as he slowly walked towards his son.
Eryndor knew he won’t get past his father if he goes easy. So, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He calmed his mind, muscles, and whole being. The chirping of the birds around vanished. The gasps of his mother and siblings disappeared as well. However, he can sense it. Even when his eyes are closed, he sees it clearly. The life force seeping out of the bodies of his family. The intimidating and ultimate aura of his father that almost resembles the tentacles of an octopus, trying to strangle him. Ki is the ability to tap into one’s full life potential. It enhances the senses and physical abilities.
“He’s using Ki, huh? Finally.” Aron smirked. “Here I go!”
Aron was fast approaching Eryndor, but in his sense, he was a bit slower. Normal speed, in Eryndor’s senses.
“Where will he attack first?” He asked himself.
As a bright light suddenly shined upon Aron’s left arm that only Eryndor can see.
“Left punch.”
Eryndor opened his eyes, and there his father was. Instead of swinging his sword on his right hand, Aron was about to deliver another punch. A left hook. Eryndor saw it clearly, so, he stepped a bit to the right and dodged the punch. As soon as his father went past his torso, Eryndor swung his sword. But Aron saw through it and quickly used his momentum to turn his body towards Eryndor to yet again connect another attack. But Eryndor is a half-step ahead of him. When Aron was about to swing his right fist, Eryndor blocked his father’s forearm with his. It stopped the attack. But Aron has more up his sleeve. He thrusts his right knee towards Eryndor’s stomach, but Eryndor blocked it again with his own knee. As the two connected their attacks and defense, a strong gush of wind erupted from it. Laura and his children gasped, as this is the first time they’ve seen Aron having his attacks defended in consecutive times. When the momentum finally subdued, Eryndor went to deliver a headbutt to his father. Aron fell on the ground because of the hard attack that created a small hole on the ground.
“I did it!”
No. Eryndor didn’t. Aron then quickly raised his left foot and kicked Eryndor up in the air. Aron rose up to his feet and grinned,
“Earth Bullets!” he shouted as he raised his right palm and rock bullets erupted from it towards Eryndor.
Eryndor’s eyes widened. He then clenched onto his sword's hilt and began deflecting and slicing the rocks in half. But as the rocks cleared, his father appeared above him. With Aron thrusting his leg down, he pounded Eryndor into the ground. Then again, Aron was confused. He was sure he hit his son hard, but Eryndor suddenly disappeared. As soon as Aron landed on the ground, a zooming Eryndor attacked him. His son pointed the tip of his sword towards his throat. Eryndor thought he finally won, but no. The tip of Aron’s sword was first to be pointed at his throat. Eryndor couldn't overcome his father. He was too early to even fathom of beating him.
“That’s enough for now. You truly grew stronger. With your Ki, you’re a formidable opponent. But not enough. I can still see holes in your defense. But still, I’m proud of you, son!” Aron dropped the sword on the ground and patted his son on the back.
Eryndor was huffing and puffing and was sweating buckets.
“Using it continuously against a stronger opponent really is taxing.” Eryndor thought to himself.
He’s still proud, though. Because finally, he’s able to show his father his progress.
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