Garion looked around at his disciples.
Their reactions told him everything.
"...From what I see," he said slowly, "it seems like all of you already know what an otherworlder is."
Dahlia nodded. Arden nodded. Even the twins gave small nods.
"Yeah," Dahlia said. "We know."
"They’re rare," Arden added carefully, "but not unheard of."
Rynor scratched his chin. "So of them were a big deal."
Rynar snorted. "Big deal is an understatent."
Arden looked at Garion again. "Just like Eldrin said," he continued. "One of them even founded a Grand Faction in the past."
Garion froze for half a second.
"...Right," he muttered. "That."
He sighed. "I really did forget about that part."
Dahlia stared at him. "Master, how do you forget sothing like that?"
Garion rubbed his temple. "A lot of things happened after that."
Dahlia shook her head, then crossed her arms.
"And just so you know," she said, "the Draconia Clan already has records about otherworlders."
Garion looked up. "Records?"
"Yes," Dahlia replied. "Our first patriarch. The founder of the Draconia Clan."
She paused for effect.
"He was an otherworlder too."
Garion’s eyes widened. "...What?"
Even the twins looked surprised.
Rynor blinked. "Wait, seriously?"
Rynar frowned. "A dragon clan founder?"
Dahlia nodded. "Yes."
Garion stared at her. "How do you even know that?"
Dahlia lifted her chin slightly. "Because I read."
Garion blinked again. "...Read?"
She rolled her eyes. "Master, I was a princess."
She sighed. "Even if I was disliked, I still had privileges."
She pointed toward her head. "Access to the clan library. Old records. Sealed histories."
Her voice lowered a little. "That’s why I know about Origins, factions, ranks, and otherworlders."
Garion let out a slow breath. "I see."
He nodded at her. "To think you’re actually the smart type."
Dahlia frowned instantly. "Don’t belittle ."
Rynor laughed. "Too late."
Dahlia ignored him and looked straight at Garion.
"But still," she said, "what kind of otherworlder are you, Master?"
Garion’s brows furrowed. "There are different kinds?"
Dahlia nodded. "Yes."
She raised one finger. "The first type is possession."
She raised a second finger. "A foreign soul takes over a body that already exists in this world."
Arden nodded. "That kind is more common."
Dahlia continued. "The second type is transmigration."
She emphasized the word. "They co with their original body. Their soul and body move together into this world."
Ragric clicked his tongue. "That kind is much rarer."
Dahlia looked back at Garion. "So which one are you?"
Everyone fell silent.
All eyes turned to him.
Garion hesitated.
He stared at the arena floor for a mont, then sighed.
"...It should be possession," he said.
Dahlia tilted her head. "Should be?"
Garion scratched the back of his head, looking a bit awkward.
"When I woke up," he explained, "I was already in this body. I only had mories from my previous life. Nothing from this one."
He glanced down at himself.
"In my past life, I died. Different world, different body, different face," he added. "This body didn’t match any mory I had."
Arden nodded slowly, thinking it through. "That fits possession-type cases."
Rachel finally spoke, her voice gentle and calm. "Does that trouble you?"
Garion shook his head without hesitation. "No."
He looked at his hands, opening and closing his fingers.
"This body is mine now," he said simply. "I trained it. I pushed it. I suffered with it."
He clenched his fist.
"That’s enough for ."
Dahlia watched him quietly, then smiled.
"Figures," she said. "Only you would say sothing like that."
Rynar crossed his arms. "Otherworlder or not, you still trained us."
Rynor grinned. "And yelled at us."
Clara laughed. "A lot."
Garion snorted. "You deserved it."
Dahlia humd softly, then looked thoughtful.
"Hmm... Master," she said, "have you ever tried to find out who this body originally belonged to?"
Garion blinked. "Nope."
Dahlia stared. "...Just like that?"
Garion shrugged. "Too lazy."
Several people groaned at the sa ti.
"At the start," Garion continued, "this body was weak. Really weak."
He waved his hand. "So I trained. Ate. Slept. Trained again."
He shrugged again. "After that, I forgot about it."
Dahlia sighed. "Typical Master."
She rested her hands on her hips. "Still, do you want to know?"
Garion paused.
Dahlia continued, "It could’ve been a normal person."
She glanced at him. "Or soone important. The body quality is good. Really good."
Garion rubbed his chin, thinking.
"...We’ll talk about it later," he said finally. "After this match."
He looked toward the arena clock.
"It’s already been thirty minutes."
Dahlia followed his gaze and smiled.
"Alright," she said. "Business first."
Garion nodded once.
"Yeah," he said. "Let’s win this."
The mood around the God Gym side shifted imdiately.
Smiles sharpened into focus. Bodies straightened without anyone needing to say another word.
Garion stepped forward and raised his voice.
"Sir Sorien," he called out, his tone clear and steady, "we’re prepared."
Sorien turned from the Solmira platform, sunlight reflecting softly off his robes.
"Are you ready?" Garion asked.
Sorien smiled calmly. "Of course. We’ve been ready."
He lifted one hand slightly, and at his signal, a Solmira mber stepped forward.
The man was tall, dressed in clean white robes with pale gold lines along the sleeves.
His expression was calm, his breathing steady.
He stopped at the center of the arena and stood there quietly, waiting.
A low murmur spread through the stands.
Garion turned back to his disciples.
"So," he said, crossing his arms, "who wants to go first?"
Before he could finish the sentence...
"!"
"!"
"I’ll go!"
Several hands shot up at once.
Valtor raised his arm high and laughed. "Let warm up the arena!"
Rynor cracked his knuckles. "I’m in."
Rynar stepped forward half a step. "First round’s important."
Clara bounced on her heels. "Pick , pick !"
Even Seira opened her eyes and said flatly, "I will."
Garion stared at them.
"...All of you?" he asked.
Dahlia grinned. "Obviously."
Arden swallowed and raised his hand a little later than the others. "...I can go too, if needed."
Garion rubbed his chin and looked from one face to the next.
The energy was high. Too high.
He took a mont, eyes narrowing slightly as he thought.
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