The sound of leaves rustling in the morning breeze filled the air as sunlight filtered through the tall branches of the Great Forest. The training field buzzed with energy and enthusiasm as Linia and Pursena engaged in an intense sparring match. Their wooden swords clashed rhythmically, creating echoes that blended with the chirping of birds.
Rygar, seated under the shade of a large tree beside Verdia, observed the match thoughtfully, his keen eyes picking up areas where both girls could improve. The duel carried a playful tone, yet it was clear they were taking it seriously. Linia's aggressive attacks were swift and forceful, while Pursena maintained a defensive stance, waiting patiently for an opportunity to counter.
"Linia is faster than before," Rygar noted, his sharp gaze following the girls' movents.
Verdia, sitting beside him with her chin resting on her hand, shifted her gaze between the training field and the clear blue sky above. "She has spirit," she replied with a small smile. "But she lacks patience. That's sothing Pursena cleverly uses to her advantage."
The two fell into a companionable silence, their focus drawn back to the sparring match. Rygar felt an unfamiliar yet soothing calmness in Verdia's presence. She seed more at ease in this mont, her usual enigmatic deanor softened by the relaxed atmosphere.
"Master," Rygar began, breaking the silence. "What stops from simply stealing higher-level healing magic from Milis?"
"Many have tried," Verdia said, her voice tinged with a touch of amusent. "But the Milis church is relentless. They don't just pursue the thief; they go after their friends and family. Even the strongest aren't safe—they'll hire assassins, as they did with ... although I have my own particular enemy."
Rygar fell silent, mulling over her words. Finally, he spoke, "So replacing the entire upper echelon of their leadership would be necessary?"
Verdia gave a faint smile. "That would be the case."
He exhaled deeply, his gaze drifting skyward. "Haaaah, it's so complicated. I'll leave that for the future."
Verdia chuckled softly, her laughter almost musical. "The world does have its share of complications, but it also holds wonders waiting to be discovered. There's so much to live for and countless mories to be made."
She held up her staff, adorned with an enormous red magic stone. "This staff ca from a red dragon my group and I killed when it attacked a village. Afterward, the village celebrated for seven days and nights without pause. The atmosphere is sothing I'll never forget."
She then touched a star-shaped pendant with six points hanging around her neck. "This was given to when I helped a princess reclaim her throne. It's said to have been passed down through generations of her royal family. I stayed there for a ti. That was 200 years ago, but I still vividly rember the gratitude of the servants and villagers for overthrowing the forr ruler. Sotis, changing a nation's leadership can lead to an entirely different future..."
Rygar looked at her with admiration. "You've truly lived a life full of adventure. But... if you love traveling, exploring, and adventuring so much, why did you return to the forest? From the way you describe your adventures, I'm surprised you're not out wandering the world right now."
Verdia tilted her head, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. Her gaze lingered on Linia and Pursena, now exchanging blows with greater intensity. "Even adventurers need a break sotis, Rygar. A place to recharge, reflect, and decide their next steps. The forest is peaceful, and the elves welcod kindly. But the truth is..."
She paused, watching as Linia landed a decisive strike, winning the duel. The girl raised her wooden sword triumphantly, her infectious joy evident as Pursena folded her arms, already plotting her coback.
"...The Great Forest can't hold for long," Verdia finished with a nostalgic smile. "I've lived in many places, Rygar. Among humans, demons, elves, even the beast tribes. I don't belong to any single place. I've always been a free spirit."
Rygar stayed quiet, absorbing her words. He had always known Verdia was unlike anyone else he'd ever t, but hearing this so directly made him admire her even more.
"And you've never thought of settling down?" he asked hesitantly. "Maybe getting married? Finding a place to call ho?"
Her answer ca as a laugh, light and unrestrained, as she leaned toward him with a playful look in her eyes. "Are you trying to see if you have a chance with , little Rygar?"
His face grew hot, and he averted his gaze, stamring, "T-that's not what I ant!"
"You're adorable when you're flustered," she teased, her laughter softening into a warr tone. "To answer your question... I've never had that kind of luck. I've had a few unrequited loves, yes, but I've also turned down many suitors."
"Like who?" Rygar asked, still struggling to shake off his embarrassnt.
"The Sword God from three generations ago, for one," she said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "But I found him far too arrogant, and it was the sa with the others. There was never a ti when both sides were interested at the sa mont. And over ti, I realized I might be destined to be alone."
"Destined?" Rygar's tone was filled with curiosity.
Verdia sighed, her gaze growing distant. "It seems that way. I've spent so much ti wandering the world that I've lost any deep connections. Perhaps it was my choice; perhaps it was fate. I'm not entirely sure. But the truth is, I lost interest a long ti ago."
Rygar wanted to say sothing, but before he could find the right words, Linia's voice called out from the training field.
"Boss! Pursena says my move was wrong, even though she lost!"
He stood, still reflecting on their conversation, and glanced at Verdia, who gestured encouragingly. "Go on. They're raw talent waiting to be refined. Do your job, trainer."
At the training field, Linia and Pursena were panting but still brimming with energy. Rygar grabbed a wooden sword and began guiding them, correcting Linia's stance and showing Pursena how to transition more quickly between defense and offense.
"You're putting too much strength into your arms," he told Linia. "Use more of your hips to generate power. Pursena, your stance is solid, but you need to work on your timing. Wait for the right mont to counter."
The two absorbed his instructions with focus, and Rygar couldn't help but admire their talent. Though young and immature in so ways, they pushed each other to grow and improve.
As he trained them, his thoughts briefly wandered to the rest of the tribe and the changes his influence had brought. Reflecting on the promising younger generation, Rygar felt a surge of pride. They were the future he hoped to guide toward greatness.
After the final round of training, Linia and Pursena huddled together, debating animatedly about who had perford better. anwhile, Rygar stepped away, only to be approached by one of the warriors.
"Rygar," the warrior said. "The tribal leader, Gustav, wants to speak with you."
With Verdia's words still lingering in his mind and the progress of his students fresh in his thoughts, Rygar made his way toward Gustav, ready to face whatever the future held.
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Upon arriving at Gustav's cabin, Rygar noticed the heavy atmosphere in the room. Gustav sat in his carved wooden chair, arms crossed over his broad chest. His intense gaze followed Rygar the mont he entered.
"Rygar," Gustav began, his deep voice resonating in the small space. "Sit down. I want to talk."
Without hesitation, Rygar took one of the rustic chairs in front of him. The young man noticed more than just seriousness in Gustav's expression—there was a hidden concern in his tone.
"I've been watching you," Gustav said, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. "Not just as a warrior, but as soone who is becoming increasingly important to our tribe. Your growth in strength is remarkable, as is your ability to teach and inspire the younger generation."
Rygar tilted his head slightly, sensing there was more to the praise.
"Thank you, Chief Gustav," he replied humbly.
"But I know you won't stay in the Great Forest," Gustav continued, his tone shifting to sothing more solemn. "I want to talk to you about the future of our tribe."
Rygar pondered what might have led to such seriousness.
"For years, Gyes has been the natural successor to the leadership role," Gustav explained, crossing his arms. "He is strong, courageous, and loyal. However... like his sister, he lacks the necessary qualities to lead the tribe as a whole."
This statent took Rygar by surprise. He had always respected Gyes, a model warrior, but it was true that the man had an impulsive nature.
"Gyes is impatient," Gustav elaborated, sensing Rygar's thoughts. "He acts too quickly, without considering the consequences of his decisions. A leader must see the bigger picture, understand not only imdiate dangers but also the long-term impact of their choices. And Gyes... lacks that vision."
Rygar reflected on this, wondering where the conversation was heading.
"That's why," Gustav continued, his eyes locking onto the young man, "I've been considering other options."
"And who do you have in mind?" Rygar asked, his brow furrowing.
"The heiresses of the Dedoldia and Adoldia tribes, Linia and Pursena," Gustav said with a faint smile. "They have sothing he doesn't: the ability to learn and grow. They're young and inexperienced but full of potential. With the right training and guidance, they could beco exemplary leaders."
Rygar thought about these words. Linia and Pursena were undoubtedly talented and had the potential to beco exceptional leaders.
"Do you think they're ready for this?" Rygar asked, trying to understand Gustav's perspective better.
"Not now," Gustav admitted, shaking his head. "They're still young and have much to learn. But the natural talent is there. That's why I plan to send them to study at the Ranoa Magic Academy when they're older. There, they'll gain broader knowledge, refine their skills, and expand their horizons."
Ranoa. The na of the famous Magic University echoed in Rygar's mind. He knew the place was renowned, not only for its magical teachings but also for the wealth of knowledge it offered.
"And what about Gyes?" Rygar asked carefully.
Gustav sighed, a heavy expression crossing his face. "He won't be happy, but I know he loves his daughter and wants the best for her. I have no doubt that, deep down, he'll understand that this is the best decision for the tribe. However, it will be my responsibility to deal with him when the ti cos."
The weight of leadership beca clear to Rygar in that mont. Gustav wasn't just leading the tribe; he was carrying its hopes, fears, and internal struggles.
"And you, Rygar?" Gustav asked, changing the subject. "Have you thought about what you'll do when you leave the tribe?"
"I have a few goals," Rygar admitted.
"That's good," Gustav advised with a faint smile. "The world out there is vast and dangerous. You'll need to be ready for what lies ahead."
Rygar nodded, thanking him for the conversation before standing and leaving the cabin.
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Rygar arrived ho at the end of the day, still reflecting on his conversation with Gustav. Inside the cabin, his mother, Selene, was leaning over a table, writing a letter. His father, Hontar, was gesturing animatedly while speaking with Verdia, who listened with a faint smile and a closed book in hand.
"You're quiet today, Rygar," Hontar remarked, noticing his son's silence upon entering.
"Conversations about the future tend to do that," Rygar replied as he approached. "How about a sparring match?"
Hontar laughed, slapping the table enthusiastically. "Still trying to beat without magic, boy?" He stood and leapt toward the yard beside the house.
Rygar grinned, cracking his knuckles in anticipation as he followed. Selene and Verdia paused their activities and stepped onto the porch to watch.
Positioned at opposite ends of the yard, the duel began. Rygar used the swift strikes of the Sword God style, trying to land a blow on his father, who countered with kicks and claw-like attacks from every angle.
"You're getting stronger, Rygar," Hontar said with a smile, spinning to deliver another blow. "But you're still hesitating at critical monts."
"Maybe you're just getting old, Dad," Rygar teased, smoothly dodging the next attack. He took advantage of the opening to strike, but Hontar blocked with ease.
Verdia, observing with interest, crossed her arms. "So, what was the conversation with Gustav about?"
Rygar replied between attacks, "Gustav wants Linia and Pursena to beco the tribe's leaders. He plans to send them to Ranoa in the future."
Hontar chuckled, spinning and landing a sidekick that made Rygar stagger back. "That's ambitious. But they have what it takes if trained well."
Rygar straightened and attacked again, his movents now more calculated. "I agree. They're talented... and have strong personalities. I'll start teaching them so leadership skills."
"Good idea," Hontar said, blocking another attack. "But leadership isn't sothing learned through words alone. It requires experience."
Rygar stepped back, his eyes fixed on his father. Sothing changed in his stance. He seed to be waiting for a mont, a single instance of weakness. When Hontar advanced again, Rygar sidestepped completely. Using his father's montum against him, Rygar's sword stopped inches from Hontar's throat.
The yard fell silent. Selene and Verdia watched in surprise as Hontar exhaled, standing up with a smile.
"Well, it seems the boy has finally done it," Hontar admitted, brushing the dust off his clothes. "And when was the last ti you lost control in a fight?"
Rygar grinned victoriously. "I knew it would happen sooner or later."
He continued, "About control... it's been a while since I fought a life-or-death battle with a tough opponent. Maybe that's dulling my senses. I feel stuck at the advanced level—could that be the reason?"
"Perhaps. If this persists, ask Fendrel. He might know sothing about it," Hontar advised.
His mother and Verdia congratulated him warmly.
As night fell, Rygar thought about the challenges that still awaited him in the Great Forest.
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Life Expectancy of the Beast Race
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