Chapter 18: Uncertain future

Chapter 18: Uncertain future

Time skip: 4 months later

*metalic sound*

*metalic sound*

The sound of clashing swords echoed in the forest clearing, where Daemon and his teacher faced each other in a sparring match. Their movements were fluid and precise, a reflection of the intense months of practice. Daemon, his blonde hair blowing in the wind, dodged and counterattacked with impressive agility, while Lyana, with black hair and piercing eyes, maintained a firm, graceful stance, directing each blow with deadly precision.

Daemon advanced with a Horizontal Slash, looking for an opening in Lyana's defense.

She responded by swinging her sword upwards, blocking the attack and deflecting it in one fluid motion. Without missing a beat, Lyana launched a vertical slash towards Daemon's head, who quickly stepped aside dodging the attack.

From her position, Daemon pivoted on her axis and launched a kick towards Lyana's legs, trying to destabilize her. She jumped back gracefully, avoiding the blow and creating distance between them.

"Alright, Daemon!" Lyana exclaimed, her voice firm but encouraging. "Remember to keep your center of gravity low when dodging."

Daemon nodded with his gaze steady, keeping his concentration. He stepped forward and launched a diagonal slash from the right, but Eliana anticipated the move and twisted her body to avoid it, countering with a swift thrust toward Diamond's torso. He managed to block the attack with her sword, but the impact made him take a few steps back.

"Shit, she's too strong!", Daemon thought in his thoughts, they had been practicing almost every day without interruptions, only with some exceptions when Daemon went to practice magic, the routine was to get up, eat, train and sleep.

Daemon had already made a lot of progress with the sword, at least that's what he and his teacher thought. Also in this period of time he tried to replicate the magic he had used with that orc, he managed to do it only a few times and for very short periods of time, the power It was also to a lesser extent since he had previously been able to cut the orc's ax in 2 with the minimum strength he had at that moment.

But now he was stronger, even so when he used that strange magic he couldn't cut things so easily, Priest had helped him a lot with his magic but even the one who was an experienced fire mage couldn't replicate the trick that Daemon had done. Although he could surround his sword with fire, that was very different from what Daemon did, since when he used this ability even the sword changed color and the temperature was so intense that it melted the steel of the swords he used in seconds.

Priest had left 3 months ago to hunt some monsters with his adventure companions, promising that he would return to say goodbye to Daemon before his trip.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Lyana advanced on him with a series of quick slashes: a horizontal slash, followed by a vertical slash, and then a forward thrust. Daemon defended himself skillfully, blocking and deflecting each blow, but he could feel the increasing pressure of Lyana's attacks. She was relentless, and every move seemed designed to test him, he could sense that she wasn't holding back much anymore, she was taking him more seriously.

Daemon smiled, and backed away again, looking for an opening. Suddenly, he lunged forward with a feint to the left, followed by a quick slash to the right. Eliana, surprised by the speed and tactics, barely had time to block the attack. Daemon's sword struck hers with a clang, and they stood momentarily in a stalemate, her eyes meeting in silent challenge.

Lyana gave a smile, taking a step back and relaxing her posture. "Well done, Diamond. You've improved a lot. We're done for today."

It should be said that Lyana was truly impressive at first glance. Her long black hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, delicately framing her face. Her gray eyes, like fog on a cold morning, seemed to contain a whole universe of mystery and depth. Every gesture she made, every movement of her hands or glance of hers radiated a natural elegance and quiet confidence. Her figure, slender and curvy due to her intense training, also rejected Arthur, the protagonist of the novel, many times that adds more attractiveness to her, Daemon thought with a chuckle.

What's wrong, Daemon, why are you looking at me so much? Lyana asked, giving him a curious look. She looked very tender. He just shook his head. He said nothing. He calmly put his sword back in its sheath. Thank you for today's lesson, Daemon said. .

"I'm proud of you," Lyana said, placing a hand on Daemon's shoulder. "You have shown great dedication and progress. Keep up the good work."

They were in their training ground, a clear area next to the forest, where they spent hours honing their skills where John, now known as Daemon, first awoke.

Well, let's go home, Lyana began walking towards the town, you continue, Daemon said, I'll stay here a while longer, that's fine, Lyana said and walked towards the town.

As she lay on the ground, watching the clouds drift in the sky, she reminisced about the more than four months that had passed since she transmigrated to this new world.

Previously, in his previous life, he had been a loner since the tragic loss of his parents when he was just 11 years old. Since then, he faced a series of challenges that shaped his character and determination.

After being orphaned, he was taken in by a charity association that provided him shelter and care. However, even in the midst of the help he received, he always felt alone, a feeling that had taken deep root in his heart.

Over time, he strove to carve a path for himself, finding solace and purpose in letters and numbers. The routine and structure of office life became his refuge, a world where he could find some stability and control amid the chaos that had characterized his childhood.

Despite having become accustomed to solitude, this new world offered him a sense of calm that he had never experienced before.

Here, surrounded by people who shared his interests and concerns, he began to feel part of something bigger than himself. Although there were still moments when the shadow of loneliness overtook him, for the first time in a long time, he began to glimpse the possibility of finding a home, of belonging somewhere.

That's why he wanted to become strong, he couldn't let these people he had started to love have a tragic fate, he hated knowing that all of them would be killed in the future as it was written in the novel, so Daemon wouldn't let this stupid plot that it only benefited the protagonists to continue its course, he knew that with his arrival in this world some things were already changing, but he hoped that he could save everyone he cared about.