The Prologue

A Young Boy having Black hair with a determined gleam in his eyes stood resolutely before the Middle-aged man, whose office was adorned with royal crests and maps of far-off lands. The man, exuding an aura of authority, sat regally in his ornate chair behind an expansive mahogany desk.

Upon hearing the boy's aspirations, the count's penetrating gaze studied him intently. "Did I hear that correctly?" he inquired, his voice resonating with both curiosity and skepticism. "You, a Son of a Blacksmith, want to be enrolled in Aura Knights Training and learn Aura?"

Undaunted, the boy met the count's penetrating gaze without a hint of fear. "Yes, My lord," he replied with unwavering determination. "Please give me a chance. I would never disappoint you."

The count leaned back in his chair, pondering the young boy's plea. "Well, I guess I should give you a chance, In the name of your father, who has been providing us with high-quality equipment for the last 15 years."

A glimmer of hope sparkled in the boy's eyes as the count continued, "If you manage to survive five minutes in a duel with one of my trainee knights, I shall accept you into the knight order and let you learn the ancient aura techniques."

Without hesitation, the boy's resolve strengthened. "I accept the duel," he declared, his voice steady and unwavering.