The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family-Chapter 138: Before the Storm (3)
The morning began like any other at the Lionhart Youth Grounds. The familiar clang of practice swords and the bark of orders from instructors were absent this day. Instead, a heavy, almost stifling anticipation filled the air. It was the D-day—the day they had all been preparing for and dreading. Whispers passed through the ranks of trainees, speculating about the test ahead. Most believed it would simply be a routine trial under the supervision of the First Army, Eclair. However, as the instructors Rick and Erina approached, their expressions stern and unreadable, a sense of unease began to ripple through the group.
"Form up!" Rick’s voice cut through the chatter like a blade, and the trainees quickly fell into line. His steely gaze swept over them as he spoke. "Today marks the culmination of your training. You will be tested not only in skill but in your ability to adapt, endure, and overcome. This test will determine your future, and only those deemed ready will proceed."
Erina, her blindfold covering her unseeing eyes, stepped forward with the same confident air as always. Though she lacked sight, her other senses were razor-sharp, and she carried herself with an aura of precision that often unsettled the trainees. Her sharp voice added weight to Rick’s words. "Follow us. The test will be held at a location outside the grounds. You’ll understand its significance when we arrive."
No further explanation was given, and the trainees had no choice but to obey. As they marched out of the training grounds, the reality of the moment began to sink in. This wasn’t just another test—it was something far greater.
Klaus walked near the front of the group, his silver hair catching the pale morning light. His blue eyes, sharp and calculating, flicked between Rick and Erina, searching for any clue about the test. Beside him, Alex and Nicholas remained calm and collected, their expressions betraying none of the unease that simmered beneath the surface.
The group moved in silence, their boots crunching against the gravel path that led away from the familiar training grounds. The journey grew more arduous as they ventured deeper into the wilderness, the landscape becoming rugged and untamed. Thick trees with gnarled branches formed a canopy overhead, their shadows casting eerie patterns on the ground.
After what felt like hours, the path opened into a vast clearing, and the trainees came to an abrupt halt. Before them stood a colossal structure—a sprawling, ancient coliseum. Its weathered stone walls rose high into the sky, their surfaces marked with deep cracks and scars from battles long past. The structure was circular, its grand arches adorned with faded carvings depicting warriors and beasts locked in combat. Moss and vines clung to the stone, adding an air of age and mystery. Tall, imposing pillars surrounded the arena, each one thick as an ancient oak and etched with runes that glimmered faintly in the sunlight. At the center of the coliseum stood a particularly massive pillar, its peak shrouded in mist. It loomed over the entire structure like a silent sentinel. Find adventures at novelbuddy
The trainees exchanged uneasy glances. This wasn’t the simple trial they had anticipated. Something was amiss.
As they stepped closer, the air grew heavy with the weight of something monumental. Hundreds of spectators filled the seats of the coliseum—men and women clad in the uniforms of the various armed groups of the Rikxia Empire. Their armor gleamed under the sunlight, and their presence exuded authority and power. Banners representing these groups fluttered in the breeze, their vibrant colors and intricate designs adding a striking contrast to the ancient stone of the coliseum.
The trainees stared in shock. The sheer number of spectators was overwhelming. Whispers spread like wildfire among them.
"What… is this?" one trainee whispered, his voice tinged with awe and fear.
"Why are there so many?" another muttered, his eyes darting between the spectators and the towering walls of the coliseum. "This can’t just be a normal test."
Before the trainees could process what was happening, a sudden movement drew their attention skyward. Hundreds of griffons soared above the coliseum, their massive wings beating against the wind. Their descent was synchronized, their riders dismounting with practiced ease. These riders were the captains of the empire’s armed groups, and their arrival was nothing short of theatrical. The griffons let out ear-splitting screeches as they landed, their sharp eyes scanning the crowd below. The captains took their places on the highest rows of the coliseum, their presence commanding absolute silence from everyone present.
Among the captains was Yenova, her golden hair and piercing blue eyes making her stand out even among this elite assembly. She exuded an aura of calm confidence, her gaze steady as she surveyed the scene below. She sat with the other captains, her presence lending an air of importance to the proceedings.
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Just as the last captain settled into place, an unnatural stillness fell over the arena. Then, without warning, Melo appeared atop the massive central pillar. One moment it was empty, and the next, he was simply there, his presence so sudden it sent a shiver through the crowd. The pillar’s mist swirled around him, giving him an almost ethereal quality.
Melo’s tall figure was draped in a flowing black robe, and a silver mask concealed his features, reflecting the dim light in an unsettling manner. He stood perfectly still, exuding an aura of calm authority that was almost suffocating.
"Welcome," Melo’s voice rang out, clear and resonant, silencing the murmurs instantly. His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight. "Trainees, you have been brought here not for a simple test, but for a trial that will determine your place within the Rikxia Empire. This is not just about joining Eclair. It is about proving your worth to the entire empire."
A wave of shock rippled through the trainees. The implications of Melo’s words were staggering. This wasn’t just a test—it was a spectacle, a stage upon which their abilities would be judged by the most powerful figures in the empire.
Melo continued, his silver mask gleaming as he turned his head slowly to take in the crowd. "The trial will consist of two phases. The first will test your endurance and resourcefulness. The second… remains a mystery for now. You will learn of it in due time."
His words hung in the air, heavy with intrigue. The trainees listened intently, their earlier whispers replaced by a tense silence.
"The first trial," Melo said, "will begin shortly. You will be released into the wilderness surrounding this coliseum. Your objective is simple: reach the designated endpoint marked on the maps you will be given. Along the way, you will face obstacles—some natural, some… otherwise. You will be judged on your ability to adapt, overcome, and endure."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing. "This is an individual trial. There are no teams. However, any attempt to sabotage or harm another trainee will result in immediate disqualification. This trial is as much a test of your character as it is of your skill."
The trainees stood in silence, the gravity of the moment sinking in. Klaus’s gaze flicked to the stands, where a familiar figure caught his eye. Alexandra sat among the spectators, her White Lion uniform immaculate. She met his gaze, her expression calm but filled with an unspoken message of encouragement. She raised a hand in a subtle wave, first to him and then to Alex. Klaus remained stoic, but her presence bolstered his resolve.
Melo raised his hand, signaling the end of the announcement. "You have one hour to prepare. Use it wisely."
As the trainees began to disperse, the coliseum buzzed with a mix of anticipation and tension. Klaus lingered for a moment, his sharp eyes scanning the arena. This wasn’t just a test—it was a battle for their future, a challenge that would define their place in the empire. Whatever lay ahead, Klaus knew one thing for certain: failure was not an option.
