Help! I'm just an extra yet the Heroines and Villainesses want me! Chapter 119: Ordinary Moments (II)

After lunch, William had a free period before afternoon training. He returned to his room to find Kai finally awake, sitting at his desk and looking marginally more human than last night.

"You slept for fourteen hours," William observed.

"I needed it." Kai’s voice was still rough. "How was your morning?"

"Everyone wants to know about my family visit. Everyone wants to talk about your expedition disaster. There’s apparently a betting pool about my love life."

"Well it just sounds like the standard academy social dynamics."

"I suppose." William sat on his bed. "Liam says you defeated four elite assassins with a broken sword using six elents simultaneously."

"Rumors exaggerate."

"So you didn’t do that?"

"I did. But the way people tell it makes it sound more dramatic than it was." Kai rubbed his eyes. "The team saw so things I’d been hiding. That’s going to complicate our remaining ti here."

"We’ll manage." William pulled out his techniques journal. "My mother gave this. They’re techniques for surviving the competition."

Kai examined it briefly. "These are deadly I think your mother actually love you more than you think."

"I would say she just doesn’t want to die, at least not yet."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, both processing their respective experiences.

"Your sister," Kai said eventually. "She’s alright now?"

"She’s recovering, although she still has nightmares we’re working with a mind healer to help her with that." William looked at his hands. "I killed people to get her back."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I don’t know. They were going to kill her if I didn’t withdraw from the competition. I couldn’t let that happen." William t Kai’s eyes. "Does that make a bad person?"

"No. It makes you soone who protects what matters." Kai was quiet for a mont. "I’ve killed before too. In self-defense, in protection of others. It doesn’t get easier, but it becos... manageable."

"You sound like you’ve done this more than once."

"I’ve lived an unusual life."

William accepted that non-answer. They both had secrets.

"I’m training with Seraphina this afternoon," William said, changing subjects. "You want to join? She probably has so tactical insights about the competition."

"I’ll pass. I have my own training to catch up on, and I need to avoid drawing more attention right now." Kai stood slowly. "But William? Be careful. Whatever’s targeting us isn’t done. The attacks will co again and probably when we least expect it."

"I know."

After Kai left, William spent the remaining free ti reviewing his mother’s techniques journal and practicing essence manipulation exercises. The ancestral sword responded well to his control, the fire-attuned blade amplifying his techniques in ways the academy practice weapons never had.

When afternoon arrived, he headed to the advanced training grounds where Seraphina waited, already warming up with forms that demonstrated exactly why she was considered a prodigy.

"You’re on ti," she observed. "Impressive."

"You said not to be late."

"And you actually listened." Seraphina stopped her forms and turned to face him fully. "So. Let’s start with the obvious question. What happened during your family visit that changed you?"

"What makes you think anything changed?"

"Because I’ve been training with you for months and I know how you move, how you carry yourself, how your essence flows." She gestured at him. "And all of that is different now. Your essence feels stronger and more dangerous. So either you had a sudden breakthrough, or soone trained you intensively."

William considered how much to reveal. "My mother gave additional instruction and sombat techniques for the competition."

"Your mother personally trained you?" Seraphina looked impressed. "Hearing about your mother from others she sounds like soone who wouldn’t just train anyone.You must have proven yourself worth the investnt."

"Sothing like that."

"Show ." She drew her practice sword. "Let’s see what she taught you."

They sparred for an hour, and Seraphina quickly realized William’s improvent was significant. His movents were sharper, his techniques more refined, and his essence control had improved dramatically.

"Your mother’s terrifying," Seraphina said after their fifth exchange. "This isn’t normal family training. This is a professional combat instruction."

"She wanted prepared."

"For what? The competition or sothing else?" Seraphina’s crimson eyes were knowing. "Because this feels like preparation for sothing more than tournant sparring."

William didn’t answer, and Seraphina sighed.

"Fine. Keep your secrets. But William?" She lowered her sword. "Whatever you’re not telling , whatever’s really happening—I’m on your side. Rember that."

"I will."

They continued training until evening, focusing on coordination techniques and strategic approaches for team competitions. By the ti they finished, both were exhausted but satisfied with the session.

"Sa ti tomorrow?" Seraphina asked while they cleaned up.

"Yes."

"Good. We have eleven days until the competition starts. That’s not much ti to prepare for what’s coming." She paused at the exit. "Get so rest tonight. Actually rest, not just sitting up worrying about things you can’t control yet."

After she left, William returned to his room to find Kai reading at his desk.

"How was training?" Kai asked without looking up.

"Productive. Seraphina knows sothing’s different but she’s not pushing for details."

"She’s perceptive. That’s valuable in a teammate."

William collapsed on his bed, genuinely tired for the first ti since returning. "Tomorrow I need to check in with the rest of the team. Make sure everyone’s coordinated for competition prep."

"Good idea. I’ll handle my own obligations and try to avoid too much scrutiny." Kai closed his book. "We should compare notes soon. About the patterns we’re seeing in these attacks. There might be connections we’re missing."

"Agreed. This weekend?"

"Works for ."

They settled into their evening routines—Kai ditating while William reviewed theoretical materials for his classes. The normalcy was almost jarring after everything that had happened over the past week.

But William found himself grateful for it. These quiet monts between crises, these ordinary interactions with friends and teammates—they were worth protecting.

Even if it ant facing assassins and conspiracies to keep them.

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