Four years. It had been four years since I was reborn into this strange world, and in that time, I had learned something I never thought I would experience again: the warmth of a mother’s love.

  The memories of my past life, the life where I was alone and isolated, seemed distant now. The cold nights, the unfulfilled dreams, and the pain of rejection all faded away as I found myself cradled in the arms of someone who cared for me unconditionally.

  Her name was Natalia Arc Mary—Mom, as I had come to call her. Though I was no longer the helpless baby I had been when I first arrived in this world, I still couldn’t deny the deep connection that had formed between us.

  Mary had found me after my abandonment in the forest, left alone by the king and queen to fend for myself. She was a woman marked by the curse of the undead, forever bound to a life between life and death, but despite that, she had embraced me with open arms.

  She treated me with the same care and affection any mother would. Her touch was gentle, and her voice, always soothing, wrapped around me like a blanket of warmth. As I grew, she continued to care for me, feeding me, watching over me, and giving me the love I had never known.

  Her milk, which I had once resisted, became a lifeline for me. Despite my initial discomfort, I had come to accept it, knowing it was essential for my survival in this world. It wasn’t just nourishment—it was a connection. It was a reminder that, even in a world so foreign, I wasn’t alone.

  Mom would often sit beside me as I played with small toys or tried to learn about the world around me. Her smile was always soft, her voice steady and full of encouragement as I took my first steps or attempted to speak my first words.

  “You’re doing great, my lovely boy,” she would say, her voice carrying warmth like a hearth in the dead of winter.

  And it wasn’t just her voice that comforted me. It was the way she held me close, her hands steady and strong, like an anchor in the chaos of this new world.

  Over time, I began to understand what it meant to truly be cared for. Mary was more than just my protector. She was my everything. Her love became my foundation, a source of strength in a world I had yet to fully comprehend.

  Despite the many questions I had about this world, the kingdom, and the secrets it held, I felt at peace in her presence. In her arms, I could forget about the cruel twists of fate that had brought me here.

  “Mom,” I would whisper softly at night, as we both lay in the small room we called home. She would look at me with a gentle smile, brushing a lock of hair from my face.

  “Yes, Amahiko?”

  “I’m glad… I’m glad I have you,” I would say, my words slow and deliberate.

  Her smile would widen, and she would pull me closer. “And I’m glad I have you, my dear Amahiko. You’re the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

  In that moment, I could feel the weight of her words—the depth of the love and care she had for me. I wasn’t just her child; I was her reason to keep fighting, her reason to keep going. Even though she had been cursed, forced to live as an undead, she never allowed it to break her spirit.

  She had become my mother in every sense of the word, and I had become her son.

  It wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about family, something I had never truly known in my past life.

  The bond between us grew stronger with each passing day, and as I learned more about the world, about the magic that flowed through my veins and the power I could wield, I realized something—this life, this second chance, was more than just an escape.

  It was a fresh start.

  I would no longer be the man who had failed in his past life. I would no longer be the man who lived in shadows, disconnected from the world.

  With Mary by my side, I would build something better—a future where I could be more than just a survivor.

  I would be a son, a protector, and eventually, when the time was right, a king.

  But for now, I was content to be her child, wrapped in the warmth of her love.

  The world around me had become my playground over the past few years. I had spent countless hours exploring the small forest that surrounded our humble home and marveling at the vibrant creatures that roamed the land. But now, as I had grown a little older, my curiosity had shifted. I wanted to know more about this world I had been reborn into—its people, its magic, and its endless mysteries.

  Mary had always been supportive of my newfound thirst for knowledge. She had been teaching me the basics of language and writing, but there was so much more I wanted to understand. Fortunately, she had been kind enough to provide me with a variety of books, collected from places I couldn’t yet visit.

  Sitting by the small wooden desk Mary had set up for me, I flipped through the pages of an old, leather-bound tome. The books she provided were a mix of history, magic, and practical guides to the occupations of this world.

  The first book I opened was titled Occupations of the Kingdom: A Beginner’s Guide. It was a simple, straightforward book that listed the various paths one could take in the kingdom. As I read through it, I found that there were many different types of work available to people—some magical, some mundane, and others somewhere in between.

  “Adventurers,” I read aloud, “those who seek fame, fortune, and glory by exploring dangerous lands and completing quests. Their primary skill lies in combat, but many also dabble in magic or other forms of utility.”

  The idea of being an adventurer sounded appealing. It wasn’t just about fighting monsters; it was about discovering new places and uncovering hidden truths. I could see myself walking down that path one day.

  “Merchants,” I continued, “those who trade goods and services, managing the economy of the kingdom. Their skills are more practical, involving negotiation, knowledge of trade routes, and a keen sense of market trends.”

  That path seemed less exciting to me, though. It lacked the thrill of adventure, the desire to fight for something greater. Still, I admired the people who made their living through cleverness and trade.

  “Scholars,” I read on, “those dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge, studying magic, history, and science. Their skills are crucial to the kingdom’s advancement, and many scholars are highly respected for their contributions to research and invention.”

  This intrigued me. The idea of a scholar was one that felt right, as I was always craving more information. The more I learned, the more I felt like I could contribute to this world in a meaningful way. But I couldn’t decide just yet. There was more to learn.

  I turned to the next book in the stack, A Beginner’s Guide to Magic. The world was full of magic—spirits, spells, elemental forces—and I needed to understand how it all worked if I wanted to make sense of my new life.

  The first few pages outlined the basic elements of magic—Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. Each element had its own unique properties, and mages could attune themselves to one or more of these elements. The book described how magic could be wielded to manipulate these forces, either to create or destroy, depending on the caster’s intent.

  I felt a strange connection to the book. It was as if my body was calling out for me to learn more. I could feel the magic inside me, though it was weak and unrefined. I couldn’t quite harness it yet, but I knew it was there, just waiting for the right moment.

  “Fire magic is known for its offensive power,” the book explained. “Mages who specialize in fire are often feared on the battlefield for their ability to scorch entire fields and cities with a single spell. However, fire magic requires great control, as it can be easily turned against its caster if misused.”

  I nodded to myself. Fire seemed dangerous, but it also had an allure to it. The idea of wielding such destructive power fascinated me.

  “Water magic,” I continued reading, “is often used for healing and defensive purposes. Water mages can mend wounds, cleanse toxins, and protect others from harm. In the right hands, water magic is a life-saving art.”

  This felt more in tune with my own temperament. Healing magic seemed like something I could use for good. But there was still more to explore.

  “Earth magic is typically used for defence and augmentation. Earth mages can create barriers, manipulate the terrain, or even summon creatures made of stone to fight for them.”

  I imagined myself controlling the ground beneath my feet, raising walls of stone to protect those I loved. It felt like a useful and versatile skill to have.

  “Air magic,” I finished reading, “is primarily used for movement and speed. Air mages can control winds to fly, enhance their own agility, or even summon storms. The versatility of air magic makes it a favorite among those who wish to move quickly and unpredictably.”

  Air magic seemed like it would suit my quick thinking and adaptability. But for now, I felt like I was still at the beginning of understanding my potential.

  As I continued to read about other types of magic—Light, Darkness, Spirit, and Healing—I realized that there was so much to discover in this world. Magic wasn’t just about power; it was about balance, understanding, and control. I would need time to figure out which path I wanted to take.

  But for now, I was content with the knowledge I had gained. I had a better understanding of the world I was living in, and I could feel the pull of magic within me. I just had to figure out how to use it—and how to truly harness the potential inside of me.

  I closed the book with a sense of determination. This was just the beginning. My future in this world was still uncertain, but I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t going to face it alone. I had Mary, and now I had the strength of knowledge to guide me.

  The next step was clear. It was time to start shaping my destiny.

  Mary had always been a quiet, nurturing presence in my life, but today, there was something different in the air. She seemed to be in a reflective mood, and I could tell that she had something important to teach me.

  We sat together in the small, cozy study area near the fireplace. A warm, golden glow filled the room as the fire crackled softly. The shelves around us were filled with all sorts of books, but today, the one Mary pulled out was different from the others.

  It was an old, worn tome, bound in deep blue leather, with golden lettering on the cover: The Gods of the Two Realms.

  “Today, Amahiko, I will tell you about the gods,” she began softly, placing the book in front of me. “The deities of this world are as ancient as the lands themselves. They shaped everything you see—the sky, the earth, the very essence of life.”

  I nodded eagerly, feeling the weight of her words. In my previous life, I had never given much thought to gods. They were distant figures, mentioned in passing but never truly understood. But in this world, they were real. And now, I was ready to learn about them.

  She opened the book, and I leaned forward in anticipation.

  “The gods in this world are divided into two groups: the gods of the human realm and the gods of the demon realm,” Mary explained, her voice steady and calm. “They each govern different aspects of life, death, and creation. Let me tell you about them.”

  She pointed to the first name listed on the page:

  The God of Sword and Wind

  This god was said to rule over the arts of combat and the winds that blow through the world. Those who mastered the sword were said to be favored by this deity, and warriors often prayed to the god before battle. The wind itself was said to carry the god’s blessings, enhancing the speed, precision, and power of those who wielded the blade.

  “The god of sword and wind is a protector of warriors,” Mary explained, “always present in the wind’s rush and the clash of steel.”

  The God of Light and Creation

  This god was the creator of life, the embodiment of all that was pure and good in the world. Light radiated from this god, symbolizing hope and healing. The god of creation was responsible for the birth of the stars, the land, and all living things. Mages who followed this god were often healers, builders, and scholars.

  “This god is revered by those who seek to bring forth new life and knowledge,” Mary said softly, her gaze distant.

  The Goddess of Fire and Earth

  A fierce and passionate goddess, she ruled both the destructive force of fire and the grounding, nurturing energy of the earth. Her followers were often craftsmen, blacksmiths, and elemental mages. Her power was said to balance creation with destruction, as fire could destroy, but it also made way for new growth.

  “She teaches us that creation comes from both birth and destruction,” Mary continued. “Her followers understand the value of both sides of the coin.”

  The Goddess of Darkness

  This goddess ruled over shadows, secrets, and the hidden aspects of the world. She was worshipped by those who dealt with the mysteries of life—thieves, assassins, and those who sought to understand the unseen. Darkness, according to her followers, was not evil, but simply the absence of light—necessary for balance.

  “Darkness is not always evil, Amahiko,” Mary explained. “There is wisdom in shadows, and understanding in the unseen.”

  The Goddess of Reincarnation and Water

  The goddess who oversaw the endless cycle of life and death, she was believed to guide souls on their journey through reincarnation. She also controlled the waters that covered much of the world—rivers, seas, and oceans. Her followers believed that water was the conduit for the soul’s journey, and they revered the fluidity and adaptability of both water and reincarnation.

  “Reincarnation gives us a second chance, a new life,” Mary said with a wistful smile. “The goddess of water reminds us that life can be cyclical, just like the flow of a river.”

  The God of Undead

  This god was a more controversial figure, governing the realms of death and the undead. He was said to have the power to raise the dead, either as servants or as a means of punishing the wicked. Some saw him as a necessary force in the world, while others feared his power.

  “The god of undead is not evil,” Mary explained quietly. “He brings balance to death. Without him, the dead could not find rest, and the living would never truly appreciate life.”

  The Goddess of Spirit

  This goddess ruled over the realm of spirits, guiding the souls of the departed to their final resting place. She was often worshipped by shamans and those who communicated with the dead. Her followers believed that spirits were an important part of the world, and she helped maintain the connection between the living and the deceased.

  “Spirits are the bridge between worlds,” Mary said. “This goddess is the one who guides them, ensuring that they are neither lost nor forgotten.”

  The Goddess of Power

  The goddess of strength, will, and determination, she was revered by those who sought to overcome their limits. Her power granted immense physical and mental fortitude, and her followers were often those who faced great trials.

  “Power is not just strength,” Mary said, her voice firm. “It is the will to stand up, no matter the odds.”

  The Goddess of Heaven

  The goddess of the heavens, she was the keeper of the skies, the stars, and the eternal balance of the cosmos. She was worshipped by those who sought enlightenment and ascension. It was said that those who were pure of heart could ascend to heaven, joining her in the eternal light.

  “She represents the ideal,” Mary explained, “the ultimate goal of existence. She reminds us to always strive for something greater.”

  The God of Demon

  The god of demons was a mysterious and often misunderstood deity. He was said to govern over the demon realm, ruling over the monstrous beings that resided there. Though demons were often seen as enemies by the human realm, it was believed that this god provided structure and order to their chaotic world.

  “The demon god is not evil,” Mary said thoughtfully. “He provides order in a realm where chaos could easily consume everything. But the demons are a different breed—wild and unpredictable.”

  I absorbed all of this information with a sense of awe. Each of these gods and goddesses had their own distinct domains, their own followers, and their own philosophies.

  “And do the demons follow these gods as well?” I asked, my curiosity growing.

  “Yes,” Mary answered with a nod. “The demon realm is vast and complex. The demons there follow many of the same gods, though their interpretations may differ. They also have their own gods, but these are the most influential in both realms.”

  As Mary spoke, she revealed that the world was divided into two realms: the human realm, where we resided, and the demon realm. The two realms were separated by a vast expanse of land, mountains, and oceans. While humans ruled the human realm, the demons ruled their own land with their chaotic and wild ways. The two realms were often in conflict, but there was a delicate balance maintained by the gods.

  “Many who have tried to cross the border between the realms have failed,” Mary warned. “The demon realm is a place of great danger, and the demons who reside there are not always friendly to outsiders.”

  But despite the dangers, I could feel a strange sense of destiny stirring within me. The gods, the realms, the power—they were all part of a much bigger picture. And somehow, I felt like I was meant to play a role in it.

  Mary smiled as she closed the book.

  “Now that you know about the gods and the realms, it’s time for you to decide your path, Amahiko. The world is yours to shape.”

  As I stared at the flickering flames in front of me, I felt a sense of purpose growing within. There was much to learn, much to explore, and much to accomplish. The road ahead was uncertain, but one thing was for sure—I wasn’t going to walk it alone.

  By the time I turned seven, my world had expanded beyond the quiet comfort of the cottage and the teachings of the gods. My mother, Mary, had taught me everything she could about love, kindness, and the world’s history, but now it was time for something else. It was time to learn the arts of combat, the very same arts that she wielded with such grace and power.

  The day she introduced me to swordsmanship, the atmosphere around us seemed to shift. Her eyes, usually serene and kind, gleamed with a quiet determination. She had never shown me her full strength, but now, I could sense the latent power she possessed. We were standing outside, in the clearing where the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows over the grass.

  “Amahiko,” she said, her voice steady, “today, I will teach you something beyond words. This is the way of the Silverlight Arts.”

  The name intrigued me instantly. I had heard tales of ancient combat techniques, but nothing quite like this. She raised her hand, and before my very eyes, a shimmering silver aura manifested around her—glowing like molten moonlight.

  With a fluid motion, she shaped the silver energy into the form of a sword. The blade was elegant, yet exuded a quiet power that made my heart race with anticipation. It wasn’t like any weapon I had seen before. The silver aura seemed to pulse with life, like it was part of her.

  “This is Silverlight Aura,” Mary explained. “It is not just an energy, but a part of my very being. With it, I can create weapons, armour, and even shape the environment to suit my needs. I will teach you how to harness it, to form it into your own creations.”

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  She swung the sword, and the silver blade cut through the air with a sharp, whistling sound. The aura extended with the swing, creating a ripple effect that lasted long after the strike.

  “This technique is called Aureus Stride,” she continued. “It is one of the many applications of Silverlight Aura. You can use it to extend the reach of your strikes, making them faster and morepowerful.”

  I watched in awe as she demonstrated more techniques. With a mere flick of her wrist, the silver aura split into countless smaller blades, each one spinning around her in a beautiful, deadly dance. The small blades, almost invisible to the naked eye, sliced through the air in perfect harmony, their edges glowing faintly as they moved.

  “This is Mirage Torrent,” she said, her voice calm but intense. “A technique that can confuse the enemy, making it nearly impossible for them to see where the attack will come from.”

  I absorbed everything she showed me with wide eyes. The Silverlight Aura wasn’t just a simple technique—it was a system of combat, a way to manipulate energy in an almost limitless way. And now, I was about to learn it.

  “Now, it’s your turn,” Mary said, turning to me with a gentle smile. She placed a hand on my shoulder. “Focus on your core. The Silverlight Aura is inside you, just as it is within me. It’s not something you force. It’s something you allow to flow.”

  I nodded, closing my eyes and concentrating. I had no idea what it would feel like, but I did as Mary said. Slowly, I felt a warmth build within me, radiating from my chest. I focused, calling forth the silver energy. At first, nothing happened. I was about to give up, but Mary’s voice broke through my frustration.

  “Don’t try to force it. Trust in yourself. The aura is a part of you, not something you need to control. You are its master, and it is your servant.”

  I breathed in deeply, centering myself. The warmth grew, and then, like a spark catching fire, silver light flared around my hands. I gasped as the silver aura took form—almost like a small flame of light flickering in my palm.

  “That’s it,” Mary whispered. “Now, shape it.”

  I concentrated again, and this time, the silver aura grew more stable. Slowly, I shaped it into the form of a sword, just as Mary had done. It wasn’t perfect, but it was there. The sword crackled with energy, the silver light pulsing as though alive.

  I swung the sword, and though it wasn’t as smooth or controlled as Mary’s movements, I could feel the power behind it. The strike wasn’t particularly strong, but the weight of the blade felt real, and it seemed to cut through the air with surprising ease.

  “Very good,” Mary said, nodding approvingly. “That’s the beginning. Now, let’s try something more advanced.”

  Over the next several months, I trained with Mary every day. She pushed me harder than I thought possible, but she was always patient, always guiding me. With each passing day, my connection to the Silverlight Aura grew stronger, and I began to learn techniques beyond my wildest imagination.

  Mary taught me how to create more advanced weapons, like shields and spears, and even how to craft armour using the aura. She called this technique Luminis Aegis, which allowed me to form protective barriers around myself by shaping the aura into dense fields of energy. It was as if the very light around me was protecting me, bending to my will.

  The real breakthrough came when I learned how to manipulate the aura into more complex forms, like Stellaris, which could create mass-produced weapons—blades, axes, spears—each crafted from the same silver aura but with different shapes and attributes. It wasn’t just about using the aura to create a single weapon, but about controlling the flow of energy in a way that allowed me to rapidly produce weapons that were just as strong as any crafted by a blacksmith.

  “Your strength lies not in the weapons you create, but in the variety and speed with which you can create them,” Mary explained. “The more weapons you can summon, the more unpredictable and powerful you will become in battle.”

  I practiced tirelessly, refining my skills with the Stellaris technique. One day, I created a small army of silver blades, each one shimmering with the aura’s light, and I sent them flying in all directions. The blades sliced through the air, landing with pinpoint accuracy, their light fading as they disintegrated upon impact.

  “You’ve come far,” Mary said, her voice full of pride. “Now, let me show you one more technique—the Luminara Torrent.”

  This was a technique that combined all of the elements of the Silverlight Aura into one explosive display of power. The aura manifested as a giant wave of silver energy, sweeping through the surroundings like a mighty tidal wave. It was a breathtaking sight, both beautiful and terrifying.

  “Mastering the Luminara Torrent means mastering yourself,” Mary said softly. “You will create a force of nature, something that no one can stand against.”

  As I grew stronger and more proficient with the Silverlight Arts, I began to experiment with my own variations. I called my version Eclipsa. It combined the fluidity of Mirage Torrent with the devastating power of Luminara Torrent, creating a weapon that could cut through the very fabric of space itself.

  I could manipulate the energy so precisely that I could make the aura bend in ways Mary had never imagined. My control over it had reached new heights, and I knew that, with enough time, I could create something truly unparalleled.

  “Remember, Amahiko,” Mary said one day, as we practiced together. “The Silverlight Aura is not just a weapon—it’s a part of who you are. It reflects your inner strength, your will to protect those you love. Never forget that.”

  Her words echoed in my mind as I continued to hone my skills. I was no longer just the boy who had been saved by a mother’s love. I was becoming something more—something powerful, something that would one day change the course of this world.

  And as I stood beside Mary, wielding my own creation, I felt a sense of purpose growing within me. The journey ahead was still long, but I was ready to face it.

  As the days passed, I became more attuned to the Silverlight Aura and its many applications. But something began to change within me. My connection to the aura, which had once been a mere part of my training, was growing deeper. The more I practiced, the more I felt new forms of energy stirring inside me—energy I had never consciously summoned before.

  It started one evening, as I was practicing my sword techniques in the clearing. I had just completed a series of swift strikes, each one creating a silver afterimage as my sword sliced through the air. But then, as I finished the last strike, something unexpected happened.

  The silver aura around me began to shimmer and ripple. At first, I thought it was just a side effect of my movement, but then I realized something was wrong. The aura wasn’t just surrounding me anymore. It was beginning to shift, expanding and shaping itself in ways I couldn’t control.

  I stood frozen, watching as the silver light began to expand and mold itself into a smooth, jelly-like substance. It enveloped my body, wrapping me in layers of shimmering light. It felt warm, comforting, and... solid.

  “Mom!” I called out, feeling the shift in the air. Mary was just a few steps away, watching me with a mix of concern and curiosity.

  She stepped forward, her calm presence giving me reassurance. “Amahiko, what’s happening?”

  “I don’t know!” I said, my voice filled with a mix of excitement and confusion. “It feels like... my aura is changing.”

  She observed me closely, her eyes narrowing as she studied the transformation. “It looks like you’ve created a defensive barrier with your aura,” she said thoughtfully. “This is something I’ve never seen before. It’s like a protective shield, but it’s not just a passive defense. The aura is reacting to your will. Try moving.”

  I concentrated on the silver jelly-like substance covering my body. As I moved my arm, the aura moved with me, flowing fluidly and reshaping itself to match my motions. It was as if it was a part of me, responding to my every movement.

  “It’s like the aura is alive,” I murmured, testing its limits. I swung my sword, and the silver aura flowed outward in a protective layer, deflecting the blade without even a scratch. I couldn’t help but smile, amazed at the power I had unlocked.

  “This is your defensive aura,” Mary explained, her voice full of pride. “I’ve seen warriors who can create shields from their aura, but this... this is something different. The way it molds to your body, adapting to every movement... it’s like an extension of yourself.”

  I nodded, still testing the limits of the new ability. I moved my arms, my legs, my entire body, and each time the silver aura responded, like a second skin. It protected me, but it also felt like it could amplify my strength if I pushed it further. The more I concentrated, the stronger and more solid the aura became.

  But that was just the beginning.

  As I continued to experiment with my defensive aura, I felt a strange, new presence stirring within me. Another aura, different from the silver light I was so familiar with. This one felt warmer, richer, like the glow of the sun itself. Golden energy pulsed within me, mixing with the silver as though they were one.

  Without thinking, I focused on the golden aura, trying to shape it just like I had with the silver. The golden energy responded eagerly, wrapping around me in a second layer, this time even more protective. It wasn’t as fluid as the silver aura, but it was solid and unyielding, like an impenetrable wall. The golden aura felt more stable, more grounded, but just as powerful.

  “What is this?” I whispered, almost in awe of the new power I had unlocked. It was as if the golden aura was more... forceful, more solid than the silver, yet still malleable to my will.

  Mary stepped closer, her eyes widening with understanding. “This... is the Golden Aura. It must have mixed with your Silverlight Aura when you reached a certain level of mastery. It has a different quality—more of a natural, protective energy. You’ve unlocked a second layer of your abilities, Amahiko.”

  I nodded, amazed at the possibilities. “Can I control it?”

  “Try it,” Mary encouraged me.

  I concentrated, focusing on the golden aura. The warm, solid energy surged outward, forming a dense, impenetrable barrier. The silver aura still surrounded me, but now the golden aura had taken on a new form, creating a shield that was far thicker and stronger.

  I tested its resilience by striking the barrier with my sword. The blade bounced off the golden shield, unable to penetrate its surface. I was left standing in the center, feeling the protective embrace of the two auras surrounding me.

  “This is incredible,” I said in awe.

  But as I marveled at my newfound power, I felt another stirring deep within me—a dark energy that seemed to coalesce with the golden and silver. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and for a moment, I hesitated. This dark energy felt dangerous, unpredictable. But as I focused, I realized that it wasn’t malevolent. It was simply another part of me.

  The Dark Aura mixed with the other two, creating a third layer around me. It was cool and smooth, like the stillness of night, but powerful in its own right. This aura had an edge to it, one that was more focused on offense than defense, and I could feel its potential immediately.

  The Dark Aura flowed with the same malleability as the silver, but it had a sharper, more precise quality. It was perfect for striking, for cutting through barriers, for attacking. I shaped the dark aura into sharp tendrils that lashed out into the air, testing their power.

  “Now this,” I said with a grin, “feels... dangerous.”

  Mary watched me closely, her expression a mixture of pride and concern. “The Dark Aura,” she said softly. “It’s not something to take lightly. It’s a force of destruction, but you can control it. You’re combining the Silverlight, Golden, and Dark auras. Together, they give you a well-rounded mastery of both offense and defense.”

  I looked down at the three auras surrounding me—silver, gold, and dark. Together, they formed an intricate web of energy, one that flowed seamlessly with my movements. I was no longer just a beginner learning swordplay. I had become something more, something powerful.

  But there was something else I realized in that moment. These auras, as powerful as they were, weren’t just tools to be wielded—they were a part of me. They reflected who I was becoming, my strength, my will, and my desire to protect those I loved.

  I looked up at Mary, who was smiling at me with pride. “Mom,” I said, my voice full of gratitude. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

  Mary stepped forward, her gentle eyes filled with warmth. “You’ve come so far, Amahiko. But this is only the beginning. There’s so much more for you to learn, so much more power within you. I’m proud of the person you’re becoming.”

  I smiled, feeling a bond deeper than ever before. I had discovered my power, but more importantly, I had found my purpose. I was ready for whatever came next.

  With each passing day, my understanding of my auras deepened. I was no longer just an ordinary child learning to manipulate energy. The power I had unlocked—the Silverlight, Golden, and Dark auras—was not only a reflection of my inner strength but an expression of my will. And with that power, I realized I could do more than just wield it for defense or offense.

  I could create.

  The thought came to me one quiet evening, as I sat in the study, surrounded by books and scrolls. The room was filled with the soft, flickering glow of lanterns, casting shadows that danced across the walls. My mind was still buzzing from the previous day’s training, and my thoughts turned toward something I had always wished for: the ability to shape my power into something physical.

  And that was when it clicked.

  I could manipulate my auras not just to defend or attack, but to craft. The possibility of creating something of my own, something that was a part of me, felt both thrilling and intimidating. I closed my eyes, focusing on the mana flowing through me, calling upon the three auras within me.

  The Silverlight Aura was the first to respond, flowing easily like water, filling the space around me. But this time, I didn’t just let it wrap around my body like before. I shaped it with my thoughts, focusing on creating something tangible. A form, a structure. Slowly, the silver light began to twist and weave, taking shape before my eyes.

  I could feel the warmth of the aura mixing with the Dark and Golden auras inside me, and it was then that I realized I could blend them all together, manipulating them into a single creation. I first pulled upon the Dark Aura, weaving it into the fabric of my creation. The result was a cloak—black and ethereal, yet solid and weighty in its own right.

  It began to take form: a black cloak woven from an ethereal, shadow-like fabric that constantly shifts, as if alive with the power of mana. The cloak rippled and pulsed, its edges flickering with tendrils of violet and black light. It was as though the very fabric had a sentient awareness, moving with the ebb and flow of the mana I channeled through it. The cloak draped around me, weightless but substantial, flowing like liquid shadow.

  The Black Aura gave it a mystical, dark quality, while the Silverlight Aura added a smooth sheen to the material, giving it an almost metallic glint in the light. I marveled at the cloak, feeling the power radiating from it as it adjusted to my movements. It seemed to breathe, as if alive, reacting to my will.

  But I didn’t stop there. As I focused, I added more layers to my creation, pushing my mana further. Beneath the cloak, a sleek, form-fitting suit began to materialize. The suit was made from the same black energy, but this time it had an enchanted quality, shimmering with faint glowing runes. The suit was plain at first glance, but as I focused, it shifted, becoming denser and more protective when I willed it.

  It was a perfect blend of form and function. Flexible yet strong, it adapted to my needs—becoming light and airy when I wanted speed, or dense and resilient like enchanted armor when I needed protection.

  Around my waist, a belt of dark energy formed, the power looping around my body in a continuous cycle, like a living tether. The belt was anchored by a black gemstone buckle that pulsed with mana, representing the control I had over my own power. I could feel its presence, a constant reminder of my connection to the auras that flowed within me.

  My hands and feet were the next to be covered. I shaped gloves from dark leather, etched with faint runes that glowed with an eerie, blue light. These gloves enabled me to manipulate energy more precisely, to shape the mana with my hands. The boots I created were just as unique, made from the same shadow-infused material as the cloak, designed to allow me to move in complete silence. They seemed to fade into the darkness when I stood still, becoming nearly invisible, yet solid and unyielding when I moved.

  The final result was breathtaking. The entire outfit, from the flowing cloak to the sleek suit and accessories, was a manifestation of my aura, a physical representation of my power. I marveled at it, turning in the mirror to see how the dress reflected my every movement. It was not just clothing—it was an extension of myself.

  But it didn’t stop there.

  As I focused, I could feel the power within me changing. I wasn’t just crafting a cloak or a suit anymore; I was learning to shape the mana into something even more powerful: armor.

  The Golden Aura responded immediately. It was warmer, more stable, and had a natural, protective energy. I called upon it, shaping it into an armor that encased my body, protecting me from harm. The Golden Aura melded seamlessly with the Dark and Silver auras, creating a suit of armor that shimmered with a radiant golden light, glowing with runes of protection.

  The armor was lighter than any metal armor I had ever seen, but it was far stronger. It had the ability to absorb and dissipate energy, and I could feel its power radiating through me, filling me with a sense of invincibility.

  “Mom,” I said, turning to Mary, who had been quietly watching from the doorway. “Look at what I made.”

  Mary stepped forward, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. “You’ve created something extraordinary,” she said, her voice full of pride. “This is a true reflection of your growth, Amahiko. You’ve used all three auras—Silverlight, Golden, and Dark—and shaped them into a single creation.”

  I looked at the suit, now glowing with my combined power, and smiled. “It feels like it’s a part of me. Like it’s more than just a tool. It’s... me.”

  Mary nodded, her expression softening. “That’s the essence of true mastery. Your aura is no longer just an extension of your will. It’s part of your identity now. This is just the beginning, Amahiko. Your power, your potential... it’s limitless.”

  I smiled back at her, feeling a deep sense of pride and accomplishment. The bond between us had grown stronger than ever, and with my new abilities, I felt ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

  This was only the beginning.

  The days following my creation of the Ethereal Cloak and Obsidian Armor were filled with training, exploration, and self-discovery. My bond with Mary, and the strength of my auras, had reached new heights. Yet, there was still much to learn, and much to perfect.

  It was on a particularly quiet afternoon that I found myself meditating in the training grounds, the warm sun casting long shadows across the ground. My mind was racing with possibilities. The three auras inside me—Silverlight, Dark, and Golden—had proven to be powerful, but I knew I could go further. I had already created physical manifestations of my power, but could I fuse them into something more? Something that combined both magic and martial skill?

  I had seen the power of the Silverine Battle Arts that Mary wielded. The fluidity with which she manipulated the Silverlight Aura to shape her weapons and use them in combat had inspired me. Now, it was my turn to create something even greater.

  I closed my eyes, focusing on the Dark Aura that resided deep within me. Unlike the others, the Dark Aura had a cold, consuming feeling, like the pull of a black hole. I could feel it swirling inside me, waiting to be unleashed. I reached out with my mind, letting the Dark Aura flow outward. Slowly, like a silent tide, it began to coalesce around me.

  I didn’t want to simply create weapons with this aura; I wanted to transform myself. I could feel the Dark Aura infusing into my very being, melding with my thoughts, my movements, my will.

  Then, a new sensation flooded my body. A surge of energy, unlike anything I had felt before, ran through me, melding magic and martial art into a single, devastating force. It felt... controlled. Precise. It was as though I was drawing on something ancient and primal, something that resided deep within the core of my soul.

  The result was not just a weapon—it was a fighting style. A complete combat form.

  The Darkine Battle Arts was born.

  The movements flowed through my body with a terrifying grace. Each step, each motion, was both an attack and a spell. My hands blazed with dark energy, creating ethereal blades that appeared as shadows but cut through the air with deadly precision. The air around me shimmered with the power of my Dark Aura, forming barriers of energy that protected me and attacked in tandem.

  I had created an art form that combined the fluidity of martial combat with the raw power of magic.

  I could see the potential. The Darkine Battle Arts was a true fusion, a style that didn’t rely solely on physical strength or magic alone, but rather harnessed both to create a devastating force.

  But I didn’t stop there. I knew I had to push my limits, to refine the technique further. I closed my eyes again, focusing on the sensations within me, and the aura swirled faster, more intensely. The Darkine Battle Arts evolved—becoming more advanced, more refined.

  I summoned the Golden Aura to enhance the power of my movements. It solidified the flow of my energy, giving me the strength and speed to perform attacks with precision. The Golden Aura added an element of control, stabilizing the chaotic nature of the Dark Aura and allowing me to direct its power without losing focus. I created a Golden Core that served as the heart of my technique, a perfect fusion of all three auras.

  I struck the air with a single, swift motion. The energy released was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. A wave of dark, golden, and silver light cascaded outward, cutting through the ground and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

  “That’s it,” I muttered to myself. “The perfect fusion of my power. Darkine Battle Arts.”

  I opened my eyes, feeling a rush of triumph. But I wasn’t alone. Shiori and Hina had been watching me closely, their forms standing a few feet away. Shiori, the Nine-Tail White Fox, was in her humanoid form, her fur shimmering in the light as she looked at me with those intelligent, amber eyes. Hina, the Silver Dragon Monarch, stood beside her, her silver scales glinting as she folded her wings against her back.

  “You’ve made great progress, Amahiko,” Shiori said, her voice like the wind rustling through leaves. “But you still have much to learn. The Darkine Battle Arts you’ve created is impressive, but its true potential lies in how you master it.”

  “I agree,” Hina added, her voice deep and resonant, echoing like a rumbling storm. “Your aura manipulation is impressive, but this battle art requires balance—an understanding of both offense and defense. You must perfect your flow, make it seamless.”

  I nodded, taking their words to heart. “I understand. I will continue to improve.”

  The two of them approached me, offering their guidance. Hina’s wisdom in magic and Shiori’s deep understanding of combat complemented my own skills, making our training sessions intense and fruitful. Each day, we worked together, refining the Darkine Battle Arts and perfecting my use of it.

  As I trained, I began to notice something else. The more I practiced, the more I understood about myself and the auras within me. My Darkine Battle Arts was not just a weapon—it was a reflection of my growth, my willpower, and my ability to connect with the world around me.

  In the midst of our training, I noticed something else. My status had changed. I was no longer just a child struggling to survive. I had grown stronger, far stronger than I had imagined.

  My level was now 15.

  The realization hit me with force. I had grown. I had advanced far beyond my initial expectations. And with that new power, I knew that I was ready for whatever came next.

  “Thank you,” I said to Shiori and Hina, my voice full of gratitude. “I couldn’t have come this far without your help.”

  Shiori’s amber eyes softened. “You’ve done well, Amahiko. But remember, this is just the beginning.”

  Hina gave a rare smile, her wings folding with a fluid motion. “Indeed. But you’ve taken the first step. And that is what matters most.”

  As I stood there, surrounded by my companions—my mother, Mary, who had always believed in me, Shiori, and Hina—I realized just how far I had come. My journey was far from over, but for the first time, I felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

  The Darkine Battle Arts was just the beginning. With the strength of my auras, the guidance of my companions, and the bond with my newfound family, I was ready for whatever the world had in store

  Days turned into weeks as I continued my training, honing my abilities in both the Darkine Battle Arts and my other battle techniques. The combined martial art of magic and physical prowess had become second nature to me. Each day, my movements grew more fluid, my control over my aura more refined. The process felt almost effortless as my body and mind synchronized, executing the arts with a precision I had never imagined possible.

  Shiori and Hina remained by my side, guiding me as I progressed. They were patient with my training, offering advice when necessary, but also allowing me to explore my capabilities on my own. Their presence was a constant reminder of how far I had come and how much further I had yet to go.

  But as the days passed, I began to feel something missing. I had mastered the Darkine Battle Arts and the art of weapon creation, both of which felt like extensions of my soul. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to learn, something that could truly elevate my power beyond the physical realm. The world of magic had only been touched upon, but I had no understanding of it beyond the mere basics.

  I had seen Mary manipulate the Silver Aura with such elegance, creating intricate weapons and barriers, and I knew she could do much more with it. I had heard her speak of divine magic—the power of the gods—and the manipulation of mana in ways I had never imagined.

  As I meditated on this, I realized that despite my progress, I had yet to delve into the very core of my potential. I knew how to fight, how to defend, and how to create. But magic… true magic, the art of manipulating the very fabric of the world itself, was still a mystery to me.

  I stood up from my meditation, feeling the cool breeze of the training ground against my skin. “I need to learn magic,” I muttered aloud, the words coming to me as if they were an epiphany. “I can’t ignore it any longer.”

  Hina, who had been silently observing from the sidelines, gave me a knowing look. “It is wise that you recognize this, Amahiko,” she said in her deep voice. “Magic is the essence of this world. Your aura can only take you so far. To truly unlock your potential, you must learn to bend the very forces that shape reality.”

  Shiori’s amber eyes glinted as she stepped forward. “Magic is not something that can be rushed. It takes time, patience, and understanding. But once you master it, you will be able to manipulate the very flow of mana that sustains this world. Only then will you become a true master of your craft.”

  I nodded, determination surging within me. I had always been quick to pick up on things, but magic felt like a whole new realm of possibility. It was as though I was standing on the precipice of something vast and unknown, and I was ready to leap into it.

  “I’m ready,” I said firmly.

  Mary, who had been quietly watching from the distance, approached with a soft smile. “You’ve come so far, Amahiko,” she said, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “But remember, magic is not something you can simply master with your will alone. It requires connection. Understanding. You must attune yourself to the world around you, and only then will the flow of magic reveal itself to you.”

  Her words struck a chord within me. Magic wasn’t just about power; it was about harmony with the world, about understanding the flow of life itself.

  “I understand,” I replied. “I’ll begin my training.”

  As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the training grounds, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. It was a new beginning—one that required patience, persistence, and focus. Magic would be my next challenge, but it was one I was eager to embrace.

  With the support of my mother, Mary, and the guidance of Shiori and Hina, I knew I could unlock this new path before me. My journey had only just begun.

  As the night fell, I sat down once again, focusing on the auras within me—the Silverlight, the Dark, and the Golden. I reached out with my mind, searching for the spark of magic that lay just beyond my reach.

  And for the first time, I felt the subtle pulse of mana.