SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts Chapter 80: Terrace Style: A Week's Worth In A Day II

Lord Terrace stood at the edge of the wide training field, his sharp eyes watching every movent with the intensity of a hawk.

The fourth-year students of Elderglow Academy ran laps around the field, their feet pounding the ground in a relentless rhythm. Sweat poured from their faces, and their breaths ca in ragged gasps.

Despite the exhaustion, none dared to slow down; they all knew this was more than a test of physical endurance. This was their first session under the legendary Lord Terrace, and failure was not an option.

He continued to watch, his gaze scanning each runner with a critical eye. Occasionally, he lifted his hand and pointed at one of the students.

The mont his finger fell on them, they were pulled out of the race by one of the assistants stationed around the field. This pattern continued as minutes of walking stopping passed, and the strain on the remaining students grew more intense.

Lord Acheon, standing a few paces away, observed with mild interest.

Earlier, he had suggested to Lord Terrace that the selection was ant to weed out those who had reached their limit but managed to hide their fatigue.

Lord Terrace, however, finally nodded in response, clarifying, "You were both right and wrong, Acheon." His voice was firm, but there was no trace of harshness. "I am choosing those who have surpassed their limits—those who push further despite their bodies begging them to stop. Even when their eyes threaten to close, they run."

Lord Acheon's eyes glinted with understanding, and he gave a subtle nod. The two n turned their attention back to the students. By now, the fatigue was etched deeply into their faces.

Legs shook with every step, and several students stumbled, catching themselves just before falling. Lord Terrace's hand hovered in the air, but this ti, he did not point. He waited a few monts longer before raising his voice.

"That's enough!" he called out.

Thud!

The students ca to a stumbling halt, many of them collapsing to the ground, their bodies trembling with exhaustion.

Others stood, their knees locked to keep themselves upright, sweat dripping from every pore. Lord Terrace approached, his expression unchanged. "You have done well," he announced, his voice carrying across the field.

"Endurance is not about simply reaching your limit. It is about breaking it and finding strength where you thought there was none."

He let his words hang in the air for a mont, allowing the students to absorb them. "You want to beco stronger," he continued. "That is why you are here. But strength cos not from comfort, nor from resting at the edge of your limits. It cos from pushing forward, even when every fiber of your being screams for you to stop."

The students listened intently, their tired faces reflecting a mix of awe and determination. Lord Terrace gave a small nod of approval. "Take an hour to rest," he said. "Drink water, stretch, and prepare yourselves. The second phase of training begins soon."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the students to recover. The original teachers moved in with water and towels, offering encouragent and ensuring no one was pushed past a point of collapse.

The students knew they had a brief reprieve before the next challenge. They drank deeply, so leaning on each other for support as they caught their breath.

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The hour passed quickly, and the students gathered once more on the training field. This ti, it was Lord Acheon who stood before them.

Where Lord Terrace's deanor was strict and commanding, Lord Acheon's was calr, almost gentle. His eyes held a warmth that put the students at ease, even as they knew the challenge ahead would be no less intense.

"Welco back," he greeted them, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You've endured the first phase. Now, we'll move on to sothing different—sothing that requires finesse, understanding, and a connection with the essence of magic itself."

He raised his hand, and a faint shimr appeared around him. "Variant spells," he said, his voice soft but clear. "A rare and complex form of magic, where basic elents are fused to create sothing unique. Lava, tal, gravity, and more—all require an understanding of how elents can rge and amplify each other."

Lord Acheon's hands moved with fluid grace, and a sphere of molten tal ford in the air before him, hovering as it glowed with an intense heat. "This is no simple fire or earth spell. It is a rging of both, manipulated to create a new form. Variant magic is powerful, but it requires control and mastery."

He stepped forward, motioning for the students to gather closer. "To begin, we will focus on sensing and rging elental energies. Choose two elents you are comfortable with, and bring them forth."

The students obeyed, so summoning flas, others conjuring streams of water and a few controlling gusts of wind or shards of rock. Their magic crackled and pulsed in the air, filling the space with energy.

Lord Acheon walked among them, offering guidance where needed. "Feel the elents," he said, his tone encouraging. "They are separate, but they can beco one. Focus on their similarities and their points of connection. Let them rge—not with force, but with intent."

One student, a boy with trembling hands, struggled to combine fire and earth. Sparks sputtered and died, the flas refusing to mix.

Lord Acheon knelt beside him, his voice low. "Do not fight it. Let the fire flow into the earth's strength. They are not rivals; they can work together."

Slowly, the boy's magic stabilized. The flas wrapped around the stone, creating a glowing ember-like sphere.

The boy's eyes widened, and Lord Acheon gave him a nod of approval before moving on. "There you go."

Others succeeded with varying degrees of mastery, so managing simple fusions, while others struggled. Lord Acheon's presence remained calm and patient. He demonstrated when necessary, his own variant spells dazzling the students.

In ti, the field was alive with experintation, and though mistakes were frequent, progress was evident.

As the session neared its end, Lord Acheon stood back and observed the students, a hint of pride in his eyes. "You are learning," he said. "This is only the beginning, but you have taken the first steps. Rember, variant magic is about understanding, not just power."

With that, he dismissed them for another rest, "Alright, we will resu tomorrow. It's quite late now so get so rest. Tomorrow won't be as easy going as today."