Vertblade Bond

As the son approached, the father's stern expression softened into a warm smile, his eyes alight with pride and affection. He greeted his son with a firm clap on the shoulder, a silent reassurance of his unwavering support and encouragement.

Together, father and son son embarked on their training session, the father's guidance firm but gentle as he imparted the wisdom years upon his eager pupil. With each movement of their swords, the father's skill and experience shone through, a testament to his dedication to the art of swordsmanship and the protection of their beloved village.

As Eon sparred with his father, his admiration for the man who stood before him only grew, knowing that he walked in the footsteps of a true guardian, a beacon of strength and integrity in a world filled with uncertainty.

"Remember, Eon, your focus is your strength," Enoch advised, his voice calm yet firm.

Eon nodded, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. With a swift movement, the father lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with precision. Eon deftly parried the attack, his movements fueled by a mix of adrenaline and determination.

Their swords clashed, the sound ringing through the forest as they engaged in a dance of steel and skill. Each strike was met with a counter, each block met with a swift retaliation. As they sparred, the Enoch offered gentle guidance, encouraging Eon to anticipate his opponents moves and find the rhythm of the fight.

With each passing moment, Eon grew more confident, his movements becoming fluid and purposeful. He matched his father blow for blow, their swords a blur of motion as they circled each other, locked in a battle of wills.

 But beyond the physical exchange, there was a deeper connection between them a bond forged through years of training and shared experiences. In the midst of their sparring, Enoch not just saw his son, but a reflection of himself, a testament to his own teachings and guidance.

In the midst of their intense sparring session, Enoch noticed a subtle shift in Eon's stance-a tiny vulnerability that only the trained eye could detect. Within a calm focus, Enoch adjusted his grip on his sword, preparing to execute a precise and calculated attack.

Suddenly his sword started to glow as green light particles enveloped it and with a fluid motion, he lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with the precision of a master. " Vertblade Swordsmanship first form whispering blade" This name captured the essence of the technique's silent but deadly efficiency, reflecting the father's ability to anticipate his opponents moves with uncanny accuracy, much like a whisper in the wind-barely perceptible yet undeniably potent.

As Eon attempted to counter, he found himself outmaneuvered at every turn , his father's movements seemingly anticipating his every move with uncanny accuracy. With each strike Enoch's sword found its mark with pinpoint precision, leaving Eon struggling to keep up.

But despite the overwhelming onslaught, Eon refused to yield, his determination fueling his resolve. With gritted teeth , he focused on his father's movements, searching for an opportunity to turn the tide of the battle.

And then just as Enoch thought it was over a moment of clarity appeared in front of Eon he saw a tiny opening in Enoch's defense, a chance to strike back. With a burst of speed he seized the opportunity, his own blade meeting his father's with a resounding clash.

Caught off guard by his son's sudden counterattack, Enoch staggered backward, his expression a mixture of surprise and pride. In that moment he realize that his son had not only learned from his teachings but had surpassed them, demonstrating a level of precision and skill that filled him with awe.

Enoch drew his sword back into the scabbard he was feeling exhilarated and proud to know that his son was improving in his swordsmanship." How do you feel about learning the family sword arts, though we don't know what might happen in your awakening ceremony but you at least learn the concept behind it for now" Enoch said with a smile on his face.

"Really Father ,, then I would really like to learn everything that I can" Hearing this Enoch couldn't feel more happier.

He immediately took out his sword and started to demonstrate the technique to Eon impacting his greatest legacy to his son. The Vertblade technique was something Enoch created back in days as he ventured into the world to see what it had to offer.

Eon quietly observed his father's movement and paid attention to all that he said since it may come in handy later in the future.

Soon the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the training ground, Eon stood there feeling fulfilled by what he had learnt mean while Enoch too stood beside him with his sword gleaming in the fading light. The clink of metal echoed as he sheathed his weapon, He wiped the sweat from his brow, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. " What do you think of that Eon," he said, his voice gravelly yet gentle.

" Thank you, father," he replied, his eyes sparkling with determination. " I will make sure to use this knowledge to my benefit".

Together they walked towards the village leaving the training empty since there soldiers where on duty. Enoch draped an arm around Eon's shoulder, a silent gesture of camaraderie and support.

As they walked side by side soon night came upon them, the stars twinkling overhead " Its already late ," Eon remarked , the father nodded in agreement." Yes, lets pick up the pace "he said . But I still can't wait for the awakening ceremony, "True I was also feeling the same when I was your age, but no matter what happens am sure you would come out on top." With a shared understanding the two walked side by side into the fading light, their bond strengthened and after a few minutes the were already in the village.