The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

The training grounds were unnervingly silent, a stark contrast to the usual buzz of elemental practice. The air, heavy with tension, seemed to amplify every heartbeat, every shallow breath. Klaus stood amidst the circle, his hands still raised, the glowing orbs of elemental energy gently revolving around his fingers. The display of mastery before them was so unprecedented that it rendered even the most outspoken trainees mute.

Erina Davoss, her blindfold hiding eyes that saw far more than the visible spectrum, took a cautious step forward. Her hand, slender but firm, gripped the hilt of her cane-like sword, not out of threat but as a grounding mechanism for the overwhelming wave of perception crashing over her senses. The natural mana in the air—so volatile and chaotic moments ago—now moved with deliberate precision, as if obeying an unspoken command. To her, it felt like the world had reshaped itself around Klaus, the elements bowing to his will. She had felt many anomalies before, but this… this was entirely beyond comprehension.

"Impossible," she whispered under her breath, though her voice carried across the silent crowd. Her normally composed demeanor was shaken, her lips tightening as she turned her head toward Rick, the other instructor.

Rick, who prided himself on maintaining his laid-back, easygoing attitude even in the face of chaos, simply stared. His arms were crossed, but his grip on his biceps betrayed his shock. His mind raced to rationalize what he was seeing, but no training, no legend, no hidden manual he had ever read could explain this. After a long pause, he let out a low chuckle, a sound laced more with disbelief than humor.

"Of course," he muttered, shaking his head slightly, "It's Klaus after all."

The trainees shifted uneasily, their awe mingled with confusion and a touch of fear. Nicholas Davoss's normally apathetic expression had cracked, his sharp gaze flicking between Klaus's hands and his face as if trying to decipher an unreadable text. He could remember seeing a similar sight in one of his past lives, but Klaus was a human, and as far as Nicholas knew, humans did not have such perfect control over natural mana.

'Just what are you?' Nicholas thought with his red glowing eyes fixed on Klaus

And then there was Alex Lionhart. His usually smug grin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his eyes, so reminiscent of the proud Lionhart lineage, reflected a mix of amazement and frustration. He stood stiffly, his hands clenched into fists. He didn't speak, didn't challenge Klaus as he so often did, but his silence spoke volumes.

"Klaus," Erina finally said, her voice breaking through the oppressive quiet. "What are you… how did you…?" She trailed off, the questions crowding her mind too numerous to articulate.

Klaus lowered his hands slightly, the orbs following his movements with an almost sentient grace. His blue eyes, glowing faintly with residual energy, met Erina's blindfolded gaze. He didn't smirk or boast; his expression was calm, almost serene.

"I just… did what worked for me," he said simply, his tone devoid of arrogance but firm with conviction.

"What worked for you?" Erina repeated, her voice tinged with incredulity. She shook her head as if trying to dispel the absurdity of his response. "Do you have any idea how—" She stopped herself, pressing her lips together tightly. Of course he knew. That was the most unsettling part. He knew exactly what he had done, even if no one else could fully comprehend it.

Rick let out a low whistle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, if that isn't the understatement of the year. Kid, you didn't just 'do what worked for you.' You rewrote the damn rules."

The trainees stirred at that, their whispers picking up again, but this time tinged with a mix of awe and unease.

"He's… a monster," someone murmured, though not with malice. The word carried an almost reverent weight.

"Yeah, he is our 'Little monster' after all"

Klaus ignored the growing murmurs, his focus remaining on Erina. He could tell she was struggling to process what she had sensed, and he had no intention of explaining further. Let them think about what they want. His secrets were his own.

Erina took a steadying breath, her grip tightening on her cane-like-sword. "You've… defied the natural laws of mana manipulation. That much is clear. But tell me this, Klaus." She paused, her voice lowering. "Do you truly understand what you've done?"

For a brief moment, Klaus hesitated. His mind flickered back to the steps he had taken, the delicate balance he had achieved, and the sheer force of will it had required. The truth was, even he hadn't been entirely certain it would work. But he couldn't admit that, not here, not now. Instead, he met her question with the only answer he could give.

"Enough to do it again," he said, his voice steady and unwavering.

Erina's lips pressed into a thin line, but she nodded, albeit reluctantly. Rick, meanwhile, let out another chuckle, this one lighter, almost amused.

"Well, that's one way to put it," he said, clapping his hands together. "Alright, show's over, everyone. Back to work! Unless you think staring at Klaus all day is going to make you better Swordsmen?" Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire

The trainees hesitated, clearly reluctant to turn their attention away from the boy who had just shattered their understanding of mana manipulation. But Rick's sharp tone left little room for argument, and one by one, they began to disperse, though their gazes lingered on Klaus as they moved.

Alex was the last to turn away, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Klaus. He opened his mouth as if to say something but thought better of it, spinning on his heel and walking off without a word. Nicholas, too, lingered for a moment longer, his expression unreadable before he finally followed the others.

Erina remained where she was, her blindfolded gaze fixed on Klaus. "You're a dangerous one," she said softly, almost to herself.

Klaus tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing at his lips. "Dangerous?" he echoed. "Or just different?"

Erina didn't respond, but the tension in her posture spoke volumes. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving Klaus alone in the circle. The orbs of elemental energy dissipated one by one, their glow fading into the air as if they had never existed.

Klaus exhaled deeply, the weight of the moment finally settling on his shoulders. He glanced around the emptying training grounds, his expression unreadable.

This is just the beginning, he thought, his resolve hardening. Let them wonder. Let them doubt. It didn't matter. He had his path, and he would walk it—alone if necessary.