Marvel: My Eyes Defies Fate.

Inside Kamar-Taj's training ground, bursts of fire crackled as swirling energies clashed mid-air. Sorcerers wielding condensed magic circled a single opponent — a boy who looked no older than ten.

In truth, Kurogai was only seven. But thanks to a well-balanced diet, constant magical nourishment, and accelerated physical development, he appeared at least three years older.

Despite his young appearance, Kurogai wasn't faring too well at the moment. His sparring matches with the other sorcerers had clarified one thing: while his magical proficiency was impressive, there were still gaps in his combat capabilities.

In terms of raw magical talent, very few in Kamar-Taj could rival him. That was largely thanks to the mysterious artifact embedded in him — the Replicate Eye. With it, Kurogai could not only mimic any spell after seeing it once, but master it completely in a short amount of time. His reserves of magical energy were also far above average, most likely due to the Replicate Eye's influence.

But he had one obvious flaw: stamina. Despite his intellect and power, Kurogai was still a child. Compared to seasoned adult sorcerers, his endurance lagged behind. Still, what he lacked in sustained strength, he made up for in rapid recovery. No matter how long he fought, fatigue never seemed to catch up to him.

Because of this, his best strategy wasn't to drag out fights — it was to overwhelm his opponents quickly and decisively.

With that in mind, Kurogai suddenly leapt out of the encirclement. The magical shield on his left arm dissipated instantly. A new spell began forming in his palm, the glowing lines of a rune assembling mid-air. Moments later, a gleaming sword of light appeared in his grasp — pure, condensed magic in weapon form.

"Kid, going without a shield is reckless! You'll get hurt!" barked a bearded sorcerer, shield raised. He served as the defensive core of the opposing group. When he saw Kurogai drop his defense, he assumed victory was at hand.

"That's only true if you can hit me," Kurogai replied calmly. "You won't get the chance."

Smirking, he hurled the magic sword toward the group. It streaked through the air like a missile, slamming into the bearded sorcerer's shield with a deafening crash.

A thunderous explosion rocked the training ground. The shield shattered instantly, and the blast sent the burly sorcerer flying out of the combat zone.

Eliminated.

"Just as I thought," Kurogai murmured, eyes gleaming with curiosity. He had adjusted the runes on the blade moments before throwing it, destabilizing its energy. He hadn't expected it to explode so violently — or be that effective.

Still, this was a technique only he could pull off. Few mages could precisely manipulate unstable magic without causing it to blow up in their own hands.

The remaining sorcerers stood stunned, clearly not expecting such a result. But after a brief pause, they refocused. They assumed Kurogai couldn't repeat such a move indefinitely and would eventually run out of strength.

"Kurogai, there's no way you can keep that up. You'll wear out eventually!" one of them called out.

Ordinarily, they'd be right. Casting high-level spells consumed enormous energy. For most, that would lead to exhaustion. But Kurogai wasn't most people.

He had stamina issues, yes — but his magical reserves were practically bottomless. Another benefit of the Eye, one he didn't yet fully understand. But it gave him a clear edge, even if no one else realized it.

"Then come test me," Kurogai said, voice steady.

Once again, he conjured a sword of light and hurled it toward another shield-bearing mage. The result was identical — another shattering impact, another opponent blasted out of the arena.

What followed was almost mechanical. Kurogai didn't bother with close combat or complex strategies. He simply conjured explosive swords and launched them with pinpoint accuracy. One by one, the mages fell. He was a walking artillery battery. Anyone who got in his sights was as good as done.

Of course, the Ancient One was observing nearby. Kurogai wasn't allowed to kill during training, but serious injuries? Inevitable.

"Damn it! How does he still have magic left?!"

"This kid's like a bottomless pit!"

Frustration mounted. What began as a lesson quickly turned into a rout. The other sorcerers were completely on the defensive, their plans shattered along with their shields.

Eventually, it ended. The final mage was knocked clean out of bounds, and silence fell over the field.

Kurogai stood alone — victorious. The outcome had never been in doubt.

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If you don't like this Kamar-Taj arc, you can let it marinate.

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