The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

The week following Klaus's return to the Lionhart Youth Training Ground was a grueling blur of activity, marked by a rigorous schedule designed to push the trainees to their absolute limits. The air was filled with the rhythmic clash of wooden swords and the grunts of exertion, the trainees dedicating themselves wholly to honing their skills in preparation for the challenges ahead. For many, it was a defining week—one that would separate the determined from the merely competent. Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

The mornings began early, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon as the trainees assembled for physical conditioning. Running laps around the expansive training grounds, lifting weighted logs, and performing calisthenics were staples of the regimen. The instructors pushed them hard, shouting commands that echoed across the field. Klaus, however, remained unfazed, his movements precise and efficient, a testament to his well-honed body and discipline. His silent determination set him apart from the others, drawing both admiration and envy from his peers. It was not just that Klaus performed well—he looked as though he possessed infinite stamina, an unyielding force that carried him through every grueling drill without faltering. Although using magic to ease muscle pain and fatigue had become an almost instinctive habit for him, his natural stamina had grown to a monstrous level through sheer dedication and the grueling intensity of his training regimen.

After the physical training, the focus shifted to swordsmanship and footwork. The trainees practiced basic forms and advanced techniques, their wooden swords cutting through the air with increasing precision. Erina Davoss and Rick Lionhart, the primary instructors, roamed among the trainees, correcting postures and offering guidance. Erina, with her blindfold and keen perception, seemed to sense every flaw in their movements, while Rick's sharp tongue ensured that no mistake went unnoticed. Klaus, despite his quiet demeanor, absorbed their critiques like a sponge, refining his skills to an almost unnatural level. It wasn't just Klaus who impressed the instructors—Alex Lionhart and Nicholas Davoss also performed remarkably well, showcasing a level of dedication and skill that surpassed most of their peers. However, Klaus stood in a league of his own, his every movement imbued with precision and power that seemed almost otherworldly.

By midday, the training became even more challenging as the instructors introduced the concept of integrating elemental affinity into their sword techniques. This was where the gap between the trainees began to show. Some struggled to summon even the faintest flicker of elemental energy, while others managed to imbue their strikes with fire, wind, or water to varying degrees of success. Alex's fire-affinity techniques blazed brightly, and Nicholas's mastery over lightning-infused strikes drew gasps from the other trainees. Yet, Klaus once again outshone them all. His mastery over mana manipulation allowed him to blend his elemental affinity seamlessly with his swordsmanship, creating techniques that left the instructors speechless. He didn't flaunt his abilities, but his quiet competence made it impossible for anyone to ignore him.

The evenings were reserved for combat sparring, a time for the trainees to put everything they had learned into practice. Matches were intense, with wooden swords clashing under the dimming light of the setting sun. Klaus often found himself paired against the strongest of his peers, including Alex and Nicholas. While Alex fought with a ferocity born of pride and frustration, Nicholas's approach was more calculated, his red eyes glowing faintly as he studied Klaus's every move. Despite their efforts, Klaus emerged victorious in nearly every sparring match, his movements almost too fast and precise to counter. Both Alex and Nicholas were formidable opponents in their own right, earning the respect of their peers and instructors alike. However, when facing Klaus, they seemed to hit an unyielding wall—his endurance and skill were unmatched. Though deep down, Klaus knew that Nicholas wasn't truly giving his all during their sparring matches.

By the end of the week, the trainees had settled into a routine, though the intensity of the training never waned. Each day brought new challenges, new techniques to master, and new bruises to nurse. The camaraderie among the trainees grew stronger, but so did the tension. Whispers of the upcoming test to join the Lionhart First Army—known as Eclair—spread like wildfire, fueling a mix of excitement and anxiety. For most, the prospect of joining Eclair was a dream, a chance to prove themselves as elite warriors of the Lionhart family. For others, like Klaus, it was simply the next step in their journey.

The day before the test, the atmosphere in the training grounds was electric with anticipation. The trainees were given a slightly lighter schedule, allowing them time to recover and mentally prepare for the ordeal ahead. Despite the respite, the tension was palpable. Groups of trainees gathered in hushed conversations, speculating about the nature of the test and the challenges they would face. Some expressed confidence, others fear, but all shared a sense of determination.

Klaus, as usual, remained an enigma. While others fretted and whispered, he stood alone at the edge of the training grounds, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His calm demeanor was both reassuring and unsettling to those around him. Erina and Rick observed him from a distance, their expressions unreadable.

"Do you think he's ready?" Rick asked, breaking the silence.

Erina tilted her head slightly, as if considering the question. "Ready? He's more than ready. The real question is whether the test is ready for him."

Rick chuckled, though there was a hint of unease in his laughter. "Fair point. Let's hope he doesn't break the test like he's broken every expectation we've had so far."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the training grounds in shades of orange and gold, the trainees were dismissed for the evening. They dispersed quickly, some heading to their quarters to rest, others lingering to squeeze in a few more minutes of practice. Klaus, however, remained where he was, his silhouette framed against the fading light.

Tomorrow would be the day. The day that would determine who among them had the strength, skill, and willpower to join Eclair. For Klaus, it was just another step in his journey, but for the others, it was everything. The weight of their hopes and dreams hung heavy in the air, a silent promise of the trials to come.