Life Before Becoming an Omniverse Entity-Chapter 52: It’s still too early for you

After a few minutes, he finally reached the massive door leading to the training ground. He pushed it open, and as soon as he stepped inside, his eyes landed on a familiar figure.

Gracen stood in the center of the training arena, holding a wooden katana in his hand. His usual calm and composed demeanor was unchanged. Hearing the door open, he turned to look at Renan and gave him his signature small smile.

"Ohh, finally, you’re here. I’ve been waiting for quite some time. Come here, and let’s begin today’s training."

And just like that there training began.

Two beings were currently engaged in an intense battle in the middle of the arena. One of them was moving effortlessly, as if sparring with a mere child, while the other was struggling to keep up, barely holding his ground against his opponent.

*THWACK*

*THUNK*

*THWACK*

*SWISH*

Their wooden katanas clashed repeatedly, filling the air with sharp echoes. The force of their strikes created gusts of wind that swirled around them. One of the fighters was Renan, and the other was Gracen, his father, who was training him in the art of the katana.

Gracen, while exchanging blows with his son, analyzed Renan’s movements with a sharp gaze.

’Amazing,’ he thought as he continued sparring. ’His improvement is astonishing. With every swing of his sword, he surpasses his previous self. Every second, he’s refining his technique, growing stronger and sharper. It’s truly incredible to think that someone like this exists in the world... and that this person is my son," his heart swells with pride as this is his son.

A small smile appeared on Gracen’s face as he fought, his strokes calm and calculated. In contrast, Renan’s face was fully serious. Unlike his father, who could afford to divide his focus, Renan was concentrating completely on the battle, putting all his effort into keeping up with Gracen’s speed. There was no room for stray thoughts—no time to complain about the grueling training or the overwhelming intensity. He could only focus on one thing: his opponent.

Watching his father’s fighting stance carefully, Renan saw an opening. He decided to take advantage of it. He swung his katana in a sharp horizontal arc toward Gracen’s right side, aiming to force him to block. Just as Renan expected, Gracen instinctively moved his katana to the right to intercept the strike. But at the last moment, Renan adjusted the angle of his sword ever so slightly, shifting the blade downward to strike the handle of Gracen’s katana instead. If his plan worked, he would disarm his father and gain the upper hand.

However, Gracen was no novice. He had years of experience in battle and could predict his opponent’s moves with ease. Realizing what Renan was attempting, he reacted swiftly. At the last possible moment—when Renan’s blade was mere inches away from striking—Gracen let go of his katana.

*THUNK*

*SWISH*

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*SWISH*

The force of Renan’s strike landed directly on the handle of Gracen’s katana, causing it to spin in the air. Renan had used all his strength in that attack, confident that he had outmaneuvered his father. But to his surprise, Gracen remained calm. He observed the spinning katana in the air, calculating its movement, and at the perfect moment, he reached out and caught the handle mid-spin.

With a firm grip on his katana once more, Gracen smirked slightly. "Not bad, Renan," he acknowledged.

Renan barely had time to react before his father suddenly raised his sword high above his head.

"But," Gracen continued as he brought the wooden blade down in a straight, lightning-fast motion, "it’s still too early for you to think you can gain the upper hand against me in a fight with Katana."

*THWACK*

The wooden katana landed cleanly on the top of Renan’s head.

*THUD*

Renan fell backward, hitting the ground hard. The entire exchange had lasted less than five seconds.

"Huuu~haaa...

"Huuu~haaa,"

Renan lay on his back, panting heavily. He stared up at the sky, his vision slightly blurry from exhaustion.

"That was… the closest I’ve ever gotten to hitting you," he admitted between breaths, frustration evident in his voice. "And it still wasn’t enough…"

Gracen chuckled at his son’s words. "Well, you certainly have an ambitious goal," he said, amused. "Thinking you could land a clean hit on me after just two days of training… and with a katana, no less. That’s quite bold of you."

Hearing this, Renan felt a twinge of doubt. ’Am I being overconfident?’ he wondered.

But before he could let that thought settle in, Gracen continued, his voice carrying a note of encouragement.

"But," Gracen said, his expression softening slightly, "it’s not impossible. You’re just setting the goal too early. You need to extend your timeframe, be patient with yourself."

Renan, hearing his father’s words, smiled slightly. "Yes, Father," he replied determination reigniting in his eyes.

Gracen watched his son with a mixture of pride and admiration. He could see the fire burning in Renan’s spirit, the drive to improve, the thirst for strength.

’At this rate…’ Gracen mused internally. ’I won’t have anything left to teach him in three years. He’s progressing at a terrifying speed.’

Still, that thought didn’t discourage him—it only made him prouder. His son was becoming stronger with each passing day, and that was all he could ever hope for.

Gracen extended a hand to Renan, who grabbed it firmly and pulled himself up. "We’re done for today," Gracen said. "Get some rest. We will continue from here, and don’t be late like today, okay."

Renan nodded. "Don’t worry, Father, I’ll be ready."

As they left the training ground, a silent understanding passed between them. This was just the beginning. Renan still had a long road ahead, but he was more than ready to walk it.

And Gracen… he would make sure that his son became the best katana user in world.

And just like that, three years pass by with Gracen training Renan.