HIGHER THAN MY ENEMIES, WHOEVER THEY ARE.. -(BULLSHIT!!!)-.

     *In Consort Tamara's Palace within the Imperial Dynasty..

     The martial training quarters personally for Princess Seflim says as private yet luxurious as ever as it's circular design provides an all round view to her masters who are currently observing her martial progress.

     Seven of the best masters each from seven different pathways(One Warriors, One sword man, One Arch-mage, One Witch, One War-Mage, One bloodline master and one Battle master) silent observes Princess Seflim from the outside of the sparing circle where she takes on a dozen other professional sparing mates.

     To anyone who hasn't seen the Princess for years or followed her growth, a single encounter is all it takes as they would easily notice that Princess Seflim has grown a lot physically but even more mentally. Her formerly short blue hair has grown longer and more bulky that what her former ponytail could hold and so her blue hair has been neatly weaved down into a single thick braid spiced up with a bit of jewellery so that the pursuit of beauty wouldn't  hinder her martial training much.

     Due to her age, her femine characters are yet to hit developments but still a subtle but ever present charm seems to radiate from her body. The strong aura and femine advantage mainly comes down to her bloodline and her parents extreme genetic contributions.

She is without a doubt going to blossom into something above and beyond beauty standards.

     Personality wise, her cute doe shaped eyes has shed some of its former innocence or retaining innocence that should belong to any twelve year old and instead this innocence has been replace with something sharper. Something much more calmer, and even a spark of dangerous and definitely more noble and befitting to someone who is a contender to the throne has slowly carved its way into her gaze.

     To other who looked at her growth from afar they will say 'she has changed' but to her masters, her mother and others that followed her through the journey right from birth they would nite that Yes!,.. 'she has hit her first evolution!'.

     At her tenth birthday, above all set expectations she detected mana and at that moment the Emperor officially rewarded her the title as 'True Imperial princess'. A title that fully sets her on the same track as the Empress's Children – A contender to the throne!.

     Apart from all the Empress's eight children, only two other Concubine children has earned the right to be a contender to the throne and the other one isn't a dust in Seflim's desert. Seflim's advantages over the other Consort's Prince who wasn't born with but instead earned the title cannot be measured with mere words.

     "Stop!..", The warrior Master present calls out casually causing the choreography of swords and skills to hit a pause as the sparing companions fluidly exits the circle leaving Seflim behind.

     Seflim is totally inwardly grateful for the call of a break. Despite her clear advantage over other humans and children, there's only so much that her body can handle and she has been sparring nonstop for hours now.

     The dual swords in her grasp falls to the ground with marks of blood on its handles that's clearly her own. Her palm seems to have scarred from the strain of fighting with swords for so long.

     Without exaggerated panting or show of tiredness, Seflim looks towards her master with her back straight, her jaw even, her eyes calm and her posture open to all opinions just like she've been taught.

     "Is there a matter to be pondered upon, Master?..", She asks with a slight noble accent in her tone. She sounded neither imposing nor overly submissive as she pops her question.

     "What's your limit Princess?..", The Master warrior asks as he slowly walks into the sandy duelling circle and towards the princess in a relaxed yet imposing grit.

     "Higher than that of my enemies,.. whoever they are.", The princess calmly answer with her eyes now locked onto the lion like eyes of her master who soon stand just two feet from her now.

     The man coldly looks into the eyes of the prince's for a while before spitting one word from the depth of his guts..

     "Bullshit..".

     Princess Seflim blinks twice in slight confusion to her masters cold and direct response. Although used to his directness, she's never expected him to find fault in her answer as that's exactly the mentality she's trained to have or so she thinks.

     Warrior Master Kane starts moving around Princess Seflim in a circle as she stays still and them suddenly he asks a question that sends a sub zero level chill down her spine.

     "Can you take one of my Punches?..", He asks.

     Princess Seflim brows furrows to this as she knows very well the answer to that. NO!

     Each and every one of her masters had terrifying martial powers that she could barely even comprehend their limits. She's very sure that a casual attack from one of her masters would probably erase her very existence despite being an esteemed disciple with a very powerful bloodline.

     "If I were your opponent, would you dare say you have a limit higher than mine?..", Warrior Master Kane asks once more while still circling around the Princess whose fingers slowly tightens into a fist without a change in her facial expression.

     "You are this weak yet you dare boast that your limits are higher than your opponents, whoever,.. they,..are!. Even the strongest people in the world don't dare boast this!".

     Now standing in front of the Princess once more, Warrior Master Kane looks into her deep blue eyes before asking very slowly this time.

     "What.. Is.. Your.. Limit..?.."

     Princess Seflim just calmly looks back at her Masters face without a single spark of agitation on her face. She know very well that she's standing in front of these very powerful figures for the purpose of learning and learning sometimes needs to be done in certain upsetting manners yet only a clear mind free of biases can one truly absorb the knowledge amongst the provocations.

     Just as expected, the knowledge comes in after the provocation as Warrior Master Kane starts an explanation.

     "Your limits can be pushed when needed,.. they must be underestimated by your enemies and overestimated by your allies yet crystal clear to yourself. Your limits define you and only a clown would enter a battle field or any course at all without knowing his or her limits..

     "In order words you must master your limits, improve them consistently but not overly. When you encounter situations higher than your limits you either back away or regroup as your limit is directly linked to your survival.

     "This things I just told you applies for the future but also in the present, although you can push your limits don't overstep. A step back can save your life and the life of many others who you would lead. Your limits are to be flexible but not exceeded, taking a break is as important as the practice itself.", Master Kane says while casually looking at the blood stains on her dual swords laying carelessly on the brown sand.

     Princess Seflim cups her hands towards her master as an indication of both appreciation and understanding of his words while her master nods twice in approval at her gesture and calm.