Life Before Becoming an Omniverse Entity-Chapter 54: That was amazing

Without dwelling on the subject any further, both father and son walked toward the center of the arena. Each of them picked up a wooden katana, the weight familiar in their hands, their grips tightening around the handles.

They stepped a few paces away from each other and took their respective fighting stances, gripping their katanas firmly.

The air between them grew tense, the atmosphere charged with silent anticipation.

But before either of them could move and attack, a knock echoed through the training ground door.

*TUK*

Both of them turned their heads toward the entrance, where Namari stood, her sharp gaze fixed on them. Her presence at the training ground was unusual, considering how she had never once interrupted Renan’s training sessions with Gracen before. As they locked eyes with her, she spoke with a straight face, her voice calm yet firm.

"I thought since this is going to be Renan’s last day training with you, I should come and take some notes on what he’s still lacking. After all, after this, he’ll be training under me. But I didn’t expect you two to have such a serious spar today. If you want, I can leave, but personally, I would prefer to stay and watch," Namari said, crossing her arms.

Renan, hearing her last sentence, jokingly thought, ’Well, who asked if you wanted to watch or not?’ He thought inwardly but didn’t say that out loud, since that would only earn him a beating from her.

While Renan was lost in his thoughts, Gracen responded without hesitation.

"Of course, you can watch if you want," he said, his voice as steady as ever.

"Thank you," Namari replied before stepping inside. She walked toward the side of the arena, choosing a spot just outside of it so she wouldn’t interfere with their sparring. There, she crossed her arms and observed them silently.

Gracen then turned back to Renan, his expression unreadable as he spoke.

"Let’s start."

Renan nodded, taking his stance once more, his grip tightening around the wooden katana in his hands. Gracen mirrored him, standing tall, his own katana held with unwavering confidence.

From the sidelines, Namari watched the two get into position. Just before they started, she called out, her tone playful and encouraging at the same time, "Go, Renan! You can do it! You can beat your father!"

Neither Renan nor Gracen reacted to her words. They remained focused, their eyes locked onto each other. And then—

*BOOM*

Both of them moved at the same time, their speed shattering the sound barrier. A loud shockwave rippled through the training ground, sending dust and loose debris flying.

In a fraction of a second, they were face to face, their katanas swinging toward each other with unrelenting force. The weapons collided mid-air, creating a resounding THWACK that reverberated through the training ground, forcing both of them to be pushed back from the sheer impact of their clash.

*SKISH*

They skidded backward, their feet dragging against the ground as they fought to regain balance. But before the dust could even settle, they both lunged forward again, vanishing from their previous spots.

This time, rather than being pushed back, they met each other head-on, their wooden katanas swinging relentlessly, each strike aimed at a vital part of their body.

*THUCK*

*THUCK*

*THUCK*

The sharp sounds of their weapons clashing echoed throughout the training ground, each collision sending vibrations through their arms. Blow after blow, they attacked, neither giving the other an inch.

As they continued to trade blows, Renan’s mind raced.

’This fight won’t end if we keep going like this. I’ll eventually tire out, and then I’ll lose. I need to think of something…’

Determined, he quickened his strikes, his movements becoming sharper, faster.

Gracen, observing this, smirked inwardly. ’Hmm, it looks like he understands. If we continue exchanging attacks at this rate, I’ll eventually win—not because of power, but because of stamina. Even though I’m restricting my strength, my mana reserves and endurance far exceed his. Speeding up the battle is his best bet.’

Their katanas clashed once more. This time, instead of attacking in the same predictable patterns, they struck at each other’s sides. Renan aimed for Gracen’s left shoulder, while Gracen also targeted Renan’s left side, close to his head.

Neither of them had enough time to retract their strikes for defense. Dodging or taking the hit—those were their only options.

Renan, recognizing that Gracen’s attack wasn’t aimed at his neck, tilted his head sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding the wooden blade.

Gracen, on the other hand, knew that blocking Renan’s strike with his katana would take too long. Instead, he made a split-second decision—he sacrificed his left arm.

*SWISH*

*THWACK*

Renan’s katana struck Gracen’s left hand, landing a direct hit just a little below the wrist.

That meant Gracen could no longer use his left arm above the place he was hit.

But before Gracen could react further, Renan was already moving.

Instead of stepping back to regain footing, Renan shifted his stance mid-motion. His left shoulder tilted toward his right, and in a swift motion, he twisted his body. His katana, still positioned near Gracen’s left side, remained in place as he turned, making it difficult for Gracen to predict his next move.

Then, just as he completed his spin, Renan raised his right foot, preparing to deliver a powerful kick to Gracen’s chest.

Gracen, seeing this, quickly brought his right arm in front of his chest to block Renan’s kick with his katana in his hand.

However, something was off.

Instead of a forceful impact which should have pushed him back instead the moment Renan’s foot connected with Gracen’s arm, it slowed down. The expected force wasn’t there—it was a mere tap rather than a proper kick.

’Huh? What is he doing?’ Gracen thought, momentarily puzzled.

And then, realization struck too late.

Renan used his full strength to push Gracen’s right arm downward. Since they were currently equal in strength, and Gracen had been caught off guard, he couldn’t resist in time. His arm was forced downward with his katana in an instant.

And with that momentum, Renan spun his body in the air.

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His katana followed suit, arcing high into the air before coming down in a sharp, precise motion—

*THWACK*

The wooden blade struck Gracen squarely on the head.

*THUD*

Gracen fell backward, landing on his back, momentarily stunned by what had just transpired.

Absolute silence filled the training ground.

Then—

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

Namari’s voice rang out, breaking the silence.

"That was amazing, Renan," she said, clapping lightly, a small small on her face.