The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family-Chapter 129 Klaus Dragon Training

Klaus woke up to the faint light of dawn seeping through the curtains of his room in the annex mansion. Beside him, nestled on a cushion at the foot of his bed, lay Dudu, his dragon companion. The small creature's black scales shimmered faintly in the dim light, catching the soft rays of the rising sun. Dudu's rhythmic breathing filled the room with a soothing cadence, a stark contrast to the turmoil of Klaus's dreams.

The nightmares were relentless, fragments of his past life that clawed at the edges of his consciousness. Images of battles, faces of the lost, and moments of failure played on a loop in his mind. But Klaus had grown accustomed to these nightly hauntings. They no longer startled him awake, though their weight left him drained. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his disheveled hair and muttered a soft incantation. A faint glow enveloped his body as magic coursed through him, refreshing his muscles and erasing the dark circles forming under his eyes. His reflection in the mirror confirmed his efforts; there was no trace of the sleepless night left on his face. He exhaled softly, satisfied. The last thing he wanted was for Elisabeth, his mother, to notice his exhaustion and worry.

At the foot of the bed, Dudu stirred, lifting his head to blink sleepily at Klaus. The baby dragon let out a soft chirp, stretching his small wings and arching his back like a cat. Klaus couldn't help but smile. "Morning, lazybones," he said, his voice soft. Dudu chirped again, hopping onto the bed and nudging Klaus's hand with his snout.

"Alright, alright," Klaus chuckled, scratching the dragon behind the horns. "Let's get moving. You've got some work to do today too."

After changing into his training attire, Klaus made his way downstairs with Dudu perched comfortably on his shoulder. The annex mansion was quiet, the staff not yet stirring, and the morning air was cool and crisp as they stepped into the garden. Today marked Klaus's last day off before he had to return to the Lionhart Youth Training Grounds. The thought weighed on him, but he pushed it aside. He wanted to make the most of this day.

As they entered the garden, Klaus gently set Dudu down on the grass. The dragon hopped off his shoulder and darted toward the small lake at the far end of the garden. The lake mirrored the pastel hues of dawn, its surface rippling gently in the breeze. Dudu perched on a stone bench near the water, waiting patiently for Klaus. His golden eyes gleamed with eagerness, and his tail swished in anticipation.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" Klaus asked, smirking as he began his warm-up exercises. Dudu chirped in response, his gaze unwavering. Klaus moved with precision, his movements honed by years of training, though his youthful frame betrayed the immense power he wielded. As he stretched and prepared, he couldn't help but glance at Dudu, whose gaze never wavered from him. The dragon was small, almost deceptively so, but Klaus had learned not to underestimate him.

When Klaus finally finished his warm-up, he stood straight and gestured to Dudu. "Alright, let's see what you've got."

Dudu wasted no time. The dragon sprang into action, a blur of dark against the vibrant greens of the garden. Klaus barely had time to react as Dudu's claws swiped toward him. He dodged, feeling the air shift as the strike narrowly missed. Activating his magic, Klaus enhanced his reflexes and strength, but even with the boost, keeping up with Dudu was no easy feat. The dragon's movements were fluid, almost serpentine, and his speed was unparalleled. Each attack came faster than the last, forcing Klaus to push himself to his limits.

"You've been holding out on me, haven't you?" Klaus muttered, his tone a mix of frustration and admiration. Dudu let out a sharp chirp, almost as if mocking him, and darted forward again. Klaus grinned despite himself, pouring more magic into his limbs. "Let's see if you can handle this."

The clash intensified. Klaus moved with agility and precision, his enhanced body allowing him to counter Dudu's relentless assaults. Yet, no matter how much he pushed himself, Dudu always seemed one step ahead. The dragon's small frame belied his incredible strength and speed. For every strike Klaus managed to land, Dudu countered with a flurry of his own, his claws and tail moving like extensions of his will.

Hours passed in this fierce exchange, the serene garden filled with the sounds of their sparring. Klaus's breath came in heavy gasps, his body aching from the exertion. He collapsed onto the grass near the lake, sweat dripping from his brow. Dudu, on the other hand, looked as energetic as ever. The baby dragon perched beside him, his golden eyes gleaming with an almost smug satisfaction.

"You're incredible," Klaus said between breaths, laughing softly. "Even in your infant stage, you're a monster. I can't imagine how terrifying you'll be when you're fully grown."

Dudu rumbled softly, the sound almost like a chuckle, and nudged Klaus's arm with his snout. Klaus shook his head, leaning back on his hands as he gazed up at the sky. The morning sun had climbed higher, casting a warm glow over the garden. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to relax, the tension of the training session easing away.

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High above, unseen by Klaus, two figures watched him intently. Their forms were ethereal, shimmering like mirages against the azure sky. They hovered effortlessly, their features obscured by a strange, otherworldly light. One of them, taller and more imposing, gazed down at Klaus with an air of disdain.

"He is fateless," the figure murmured, his voice a soft echo that seemed to ripple through the air. "I cannot see his threads. His destiny is veiled, as if it does not exist."

The smaller figure, though equally intimidating, tilted their head thoughtfully. "A fateless one? How intriguing. It is rare for someone to escape the weave of fate. Such individuals are... unpredictable."

"Unpredictable and dangerous," the taller figure replied, his tone sharp. "He could become a threat. It would be wise to dispose of him now, before he has the chance to disrupt what is to come."

The smaller figure's glowing eyes narrowed as they considered the suggestion. "Perhaps. But acting now would be rash. The Arkdieux are ever watchful, and their interference would be... problematic."

"Allowing him to live may prove costlier," the taller figure countered. "Fateless ones have a way of tipping the scales. He could be a harbinger of chaos."

"Or an instrument of balance," the smaller figure said softly. They paused, their gaze fixed on Klaus below. "No. For now, we watch. If he becomes a problem, we will act. But not before the time is right."

The taller figure hesitated, a flicker of discontent passing through their luminous form, but eventually nodded. "Very well. We wait. But remember this: the longer we wait, the greater the risk."

Their forms began to waver, their presence fading like mist in the morning light. As they disappeared, the air seemed to settle, leaving no trace of their watchful gaze. Enjoy exclusive chapters from novelbuddy

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Klaus, oblivious to the ethereal beings that had been observing him, lay back on the grass and closed his eyes. His body ached from the intense training, but there was a sense of accomplishment in the air. Tomorrow would bring new challenges at the Lionhart Youth Training Grounds, but for now, he allowed himself to savor this fleeting moment of peace.