'Where did he get the chair from, and when did he even get here?'
Luis did not speak, his eyebrows just twitched with a hint of annoyance.
"Wow, wow, no need to get mad at your grandfather, what's the point of practicing if you can't even do it with slight distractions." Renaros said seeing the hint of annoyance on Luis's face.
Instead of replying with annoyance because his concentration was broken Luis instead asked
"Do you have any tips on how I can improve more grandfather?"
Renaros didn't show it but he was a bit surprised, he thought Luis would say something in annoyance or anger but he asked for help instead
"Well your doing fine for now, there's nothing really you can do to speed the process up, so just keep practicing."
He said with a impassive expression.
"How did you help train Dad then?"
Luis further questioned.
"Oh, your dad just studied in school, the Phoenix clan used to have their own schools, and some were more specific for what you wanted to do, like becoming a soldier. I never trained him or anyone else, so you shouldn't ask me for advice."
"Okay,"
Luis replied in disappointment.
Renaros stared at him in silence for a few seconds.
"Well, there is one way."
"There is?"
Luis asked
"Yes, there is, but it's painful and it might halt your growth in the future,"
Renaros replied
"How painful and how would it halt my growth?"
Luis asked, curiosity beaming in his eyes.
"It's painful because it would happen forcefully. A legendary or higher-tier aura user is the only one who could help you with this. Even from a distance, a legendary or mytical tier aura user can forcefully make your take out aura of your body, making aura constructs. This is painful because… actually, more than painful, it's draining, tiring. Your aura will be forcefully pulled out of your body while you are training or fighting. It might not be as painful at the start, but it will slowly start to get more painful. You will start to feel uncomfortable, no control over your aura, it will be hard to move, and the longer you try to gain control back of your aura, the more it will start to hurt."
Before Renaros could speak further, Luis cut in.
"I remember mom helping me move my aura, but it wasn't painful."
"Where you moving when that happened and your mom is also at the grandmaster tier, she had to touch you to control your aura right?"
"Yep"
"If someone is controlling your aura and doing it when you are not moving, and you are letting them move it, it won't be painful. Also, they can do it in a gentle way. Slowly moving your aura so it won't be painful. People above grandmaster tier can move it faster and with more force, which is what will end up causing you pain. The reason this is bad for your future growth is that you yourself don't experience learning how to control your aura. The person helping you may move your aura outside of your body in such a way that you develop a way to control it in a specific form, like a sword, but you might just get stuck at that stage, not being able to change the form to something else." Renaros said
"But I might not get stuck," Luis said
"Right, you might or might not. Two things usually happen. You either get good at controlling your aura in your body since your body usually resists the foreign presence, or you might not be able to make the aura outside your body into different shapes since the shape was forcefully made by someone else."
"So I should ask someone at the legendary or mytical tier to help me?" Luis asked
"Yes," Renaros
"Aunt Sera," Luis said,
"Your grandfather," Renaros said at the same time,
Luis then looked at Renaros.
"Did you say something, Grandfather?"
Renaros shook his head
"Nope your right your Aunt Sera would be a great teacher."
With slight disappointment in his voice that Luis didn't notice.
After realising Aunt Sera could help Luis with his training he went to go look for her but found out by his mother that she was busy today because of which Luis just continued his training by himself until the day ended.
At night Luis laid on the bed but suddenly his eyes felt really heavy. He thought it was just because he trained really hard. He drifted into a deep sleep one which he wouldn't wake up for until the dream ended.
The dream
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A flower? A red rose? A poppy?
Whose petals and roots were made out of fire
It wasn't the only one surrounding it not in a field but spread out around miles, dozens, hundreds maybe even thousands. Were flowers just like itself. Some felt similar, some felt different. There were countless of them.
The only thing perceivable were the other flowers but as the years went on the surroundings became more visible.
At first it was just the sense of touch. The movement of the wind. The movement of its own body because of the wind. The feeling of lost of touch during strong winds, the flame rose didn't know why that happened.
But it wasn't just that. The number of countless flowers was decreasing. Some suddenly disappeared. Some started slowly losing their connection to the rest of the flowers. Some flowers felt like they had lost the essence of a flower and their connection weakened until it was gone.
Time went on
An uncountable amount of time went on
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Smell came next
It smelled sharp, refreshing, and, suddenly the feel of touch started feeling way cooler
Time went on like this
Ever since the smell appeared it started feeling colder
It would feel cold before as well when it was only the sense of touch
Before when the wind became strong the sense of touch would start to disappear
But instead this time the smell of the fire going out on the petals would enhance the effect compared to before
But the flower held on
Not by will but by instinct
It hadn't developed a will yet