6 Years Later

For the last six years, I've been spending every waking moment training my body. With the help of the Primordial Dragon Bone, my body experienced rapid growth. Already reaching the height of a 12-year-old and with a lean athletic body.

During the night, I would train under Mythaesia. It taught me to fight like a Dragon Knight, as I couldn't fight like a dragon until I completed my transformation.

The primary weapons I was trained for all fell under large weapons.

Halberds, spears, greatswords, glaves, and sythes, these weapons benefited a Dragon Knight as they often fought on the back of their dragon patron.

Most importantly, my affinity for magic had been tested. We discovered that my natural affinities were Lightning, Sealing, and Spacial magic. With lesser affinities in spirit and strengthening magic.

I was told that this would one day be irrelevant as the Primordial Dragon Body I would eventually obtain would provide me with affinities and resistances to all magic.

Truly Dragons are overpowered.

We had focused on spacial, lightning, and strengthening magic. as they each provided unique benefits. Though we didn't ignore the others, it was best to master a few than to waste precious time.

Spacial magic was incredibly versatile, ranging from movement skills to damage negation. While lightning magic provided high damage output. Finally, strengthing magic allowed for a general boost to myself or my equipment.

My magic was something I was practicing primarily in my soul realm, as I didn't want to risk being noticed while I was still weak. For all I know, some random high-tier mage is around the corner, waiting to steal the body of a young and talented child.

-deadpan- no way, right?

In the real world had been exercising and practicing the movements with various staves. I couldn't use the weapons as that would unnecessarily worry my mother.

I had recently begun to smith again, hoping to provide funds for the family. When I brought this up to Mythaesia, it decided to teach me Runesmithing, otherwise known as Enchanting.

So for the last 3 months, I have been practicing my enchantments and was already at a proficient level. No matter how incompetent someone was, they would learn something as long as they were alive. After all, a god was my teacher.

But I wasn't incompetent. Quite the opposite, I had an incredible drive to learn any and all magic. This translated well, as the runes I would have to learn were specifically from the draconic rune language.

My original plan had been to gift my family some enchanted jewelry, but we lacked the materials necessary. Ultimately, I decided that some magical daggers were their best option. Daggers are an easy weapon to use and carry, while the enchantment would compensate for their lack of training.

While crafting their daggers, I decided I wanted a set of enchanted throwing knives for myself. I wanted some hidden weapons on me that could be used in an emergency. Though this choice led to more training when Mythaesia found out.

It worked out in the end, as my family greatly appreciated the daggers, and I taught them how to use them.

-3 years later-

In the last 3 years, my family came to rely significantly on me, as I function as the glue that held us all together. I would be the mediator and would be there to comfort them when necessary.

My family had minimal problems now as I could support us with my smithing. I crafted many enchanted items throughout these years but have yet to sell any. They could simply bring too much attention to us, and I couldn't afford that.

I had changed much since this all began, and with all the effort I put in, I was delighted with the results.

When I was nine, I already had the appearance of a twelve-year-old. Now that I had actually reached twelve, my appearance had again changed. Now I looked like an athletic sixteen-year-old.

My black, flowing hair, tight in a ponytail revealed a sculpted face. Prominent muscles throughout my body, yet none of it made me look absurd. My skin was soft and smooth as the dragon blood within my body was simply too powerful to take scrapes or cuts from everyday life.

I had at one point brought up my golden eyes to Mythaesia, who had told me that she had nothing to do with it. Apparently, some people are simply born with unique physiques. And this was followed by more training, where I learned the limits of my ability.

She didn't train me directly but more of guiding me on how to experiment and test the limits, as she wasn't familiar with my physique but with karma threads.

I began learning about Karmic laws due to this, and it was a very enlightening time.

The more time that went on, the more I learned about the systems that govern these 'Major Realms' as Mythaesia called them.

Mythaesia recently told me I was strong enough to face her first trial. More accurately, in this world she had reincarnated me into, she had set up three trials. she had hoped that those who could complete these trials would one day become part of her army, but none had been able to pass it.

She had assured me that with my strength and her help, I could pass the trial and plunder all the resources hidden within. With these resources, I would be able to fully form my Primordial Dragon God Body.

I had made a lot of progress in my training, but I wasn't foolish enough to believe I was undefeatable. I had many things I wanted to protect in this life, which meant I had a lot to lose if I ever encountered someone I couldn't defeat.

Thus I planned to tackle this trial with all I had so I could get the power boost necessary to not fear any mortal in this world.

We were just two days away from the nearest trail, and I had been preparing equipment for my departure for the last month.

Now all that was left was to spend time with my family before departing. But that's when I remembered I had yet to tell them about my departure.

It will be challenging to convince my family.