Distorting And Restarting Life From Zero In Another World.

9 - Back In The Capital, And Already In Trouble!

Any art that appears in this story isn't and will never be mine!

Writing style:

Y/N = {Your name}

L/N = {Surname or middle name}

E/C = {Eye color}

H/C = {Hair color}

Format:

"[Y/N]: No way!" For dialogues.

"As the gently breeze of the wind pass..." For general occurrences.

"Even after that..." For inner thoughts.

"Al SHAMAK!" For special moments.

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Life had settled into a routine at the Mathers mansion after Puck's mana release, and the vibrant energy of the snow festival faded into the background. Emilia was busier than ever, focusing on her preparations for the upcoming royal selection. Her duties often kept her away from the casual talks with the others in the mansion, leaving Y/N with more time to deepen his connections with the residents and continue honing his abilities. But the looming shadow of future events kept his resolve strong-he needed to be prepared.

Y/N's mornings began early, with the soft light of dawn casting a golden hue over the mansion's grounds. His training with Beatrice had intensified, and she was pushing him harder than ever to master his yang element abilities. Beatrice had initially treated Y/N's newfound authority with caution, insisting on small, controlled tests to ensure he didn't overreach. But over time, she saw his potential, and together, they developed new variations of his powers.

[Beatrice]: "More focus, I suppose!"

Beatrice instructed sharply, her small frame perched on a nearby windowsill. Her arms were crossed, and her piercing blue eyes never left Y/N as he practiced conjuring a radiant sphere of yang energy.

[Y/N]: "I'm trying, Bia!"

Y/N responded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to balance the swirling, radiant energy in his hands. His muscles tensed, and a bead of sweat ran down his forehead. The sphere flickered, almost destabilizing, but with a final surge of control, he managed to stabilize it, causing it to glow brilliantly.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, her expression softening slightly.

[Beatrice]: "Better. But you still have much to learn, I suppose."

She hopped down from her spot and walked over to Y/N, tapping the sphere lightly with her finger before it dissipated.

[Beatrice]: "At least you didn't blow up the library this time."

Y/N chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow.

[Y/N]: "I'll take that as a win."

Their training sessions often left Y/N feeling both mentally and physically drained, but it was worth it. He could feel himself growing stronger, not just in his abilities but in his understanding of his limits and how far he could push them. Beatrice, ever the taskmaster, was relentless, but beneath her stern exterior, Y/N could sense a growing pride in his progress. She might not say it outright, but the small smiles she gave him between her usual scolding were enough.

In the afternoons, Y/N had begun to incorporate a new element into his routine: physical training. His body, while capable, lacked the raw physical strength he knew would be necessary in the battles to come. So, he pushed himself harder, working through a rigorous exercise regimen. Akra, his reinforcing spell, was more than great to assist him, helping him with heavier exercises that Y/N couldn't manage alone.