ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 148: THE TRUTH BEHIND THE SWORD

The Mysterious Swordsman stood silently for a moment, staring at Kaelen with a thoughtful gaze. Then, without warning, he raised his hand. His movements were fluid, almost imperceptible, and Kaelen felt the atmosphere shift. The air grew denser, crackling with energy as if the very fabric of the world was responding to the swordsman’s will.

’Is he showing me the way of his sword?’

Kaelen thought as he watched closely, his breath shallow as he felt the surge of power emanating from the Mysterious Swordsman. With a single, subtle movement, the swordsman drew his blade, and in that instant, everything around them seemed to blur. The sword didn’t cut the air — it sliced through reality itself.

The dimensions of the cliff and the surrounding forest twisted, folding in on themselves as if they were mere illusions, revealing a deeper realm beyond what Kaelen had ever perceived.

It was as if the Mysterious Swordsman was pulling back the veil of the world, showing Kaelen a glimpse of the sword dimensions he had spoken of. In this realm, swords floated in an infinite expanse, glowing with ethereal light. They hummed with energy, resonating in harmony with the very essence of existence.

Kaelen’s heart raced as he felt something stir within him, a connection forming with the infinite blades around him.

For a brief moment, he saw it — the truth behind the sword. The dimension was not just a place; it was a state of being, an extension of the swordsman’s soul, his mastery of the blade manifesting in a realm of its own. The swords were not separate entities; they were part of the swordsman himself, a reflection of his understanding of the world and his place within it.

Kaelen’s mind raced as the vision filled him with insight. It was more than just a display of power. It was an invitation to understand, to delve deeper into the mysteries of the sword and how it connected to his own existence. His heart pounded as he felt the edges of enlightenment brushing against his consciousness, teasing him with the potential for growth.

Then, as suddenly as it began, the Mysterious Swordsman sheathed his blade. The world snapped back into focus, the cliff returning to its ordinary state. Kaelen gasped, his body trembling from the sheer intensity of what he had just experienced.

The Mysterious Swordsman glanced at Kaelen and gave a slight nod. "That is the depth you seek," he said quietly, his voice carrying a weight of wisdom. "It’s within reach, but only if you are willing to face it."

Kaelen stood there, awestruck and overwhelmed by the experience. He felt the rush of enlightenment washing over him, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. But just as he reached for the final, crucial understanding, it slipped through his grasp.

His mind spun, trying to hold onto the insight he had been given, but the key piece — the part that would unlock his next breakthrough — remained elusive.

The Mysterious Swordsman noticed this struggle. His eyes softened for a moment, then he turned without another word and began to walk away, leaving Kaelen alone on the cliff.

As the swordsman disappeared into the distance, Kaelen remained where he stood, his breathing ragged. He could feel the enlightenment lingering in his mind, tantalizingly close but incomplete. He had been shown a glimpse of the sword dimensions, a glimpse of the path ahead, but the final understanding evaded him.

Frustration gnawed at him, but he knew deep down that forcing the revelation would only push it further away.

"Arrgh!"

With a yell filled of frustration, Kaelen sat down on the edge of the cliff, staring out at the forest below. He closed his eyes, trying to recapture the moment, the sensation of connection he had felt. But no matter how hard he tried, the most crucial piece remained out of reach.

’I can’t let this opportunity slip by’

He had been shown the way, but now it was up to him to find the final piece on his own.

...

Kelvin stood before the imposing gates of Valen Military Academy, his eyes scanning the towering structure with a sense of purpose. The man who had approached him on his first day in Valen City stood by his side, observing the academy with a calm demeanor.

"Your next step," the man said, his voice low but firm, "is to attend this Academy and win the upcoming battle convention. Once you do that, you’ll meet the leader of the first Magi in person."

Kelvin’s expression hardened, his mind already racing ahead to the task at hand. The ominous aura around him seemed to pulse with his determination, but his elegance remained, a reminder of the discipline that had carried him this far. The weight of his sister’s death fueled his every step, but now, this path would bring him closer to the revenge he sought.

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Without another word, Kelvin nodded, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. He would not fail. The man beside him gave a final glance at the Academy, then walked away, leaving Kelvin to face his next trial alone.

As Kelvin walked through the gates of Valen Military Academy, he was immediately struck by the palpable atmosphere of discipline and raw battle spirit. The air itself seemed to hum with the energy of warriors training, preparing for the trials that lay ahead. Everywhere he looked, students moved with precision and purpose, their postures exuding confidence in their strength.

Groups of young soldiers sparred in the open courtyards, their weapons clashing in rhythmic sequences. Others honed their magic, sending powerful bursts of energy into reinforced targets. Every corner of the academy was alive with motion, yet it was all controlled, like a well-tuned machine. There was no wasted movement, no hesitation.

Kelvin’s sharp eyes caught sight of a group of upperclassmen, each bearing marks of previous victories in combat. They noticed him too, their gazes assessing but dismissive, as though he were just another recruit in a long line of challengers. But Kelvin felt no need to prove himself with a glance. He knew his purpose.

As he continued deeper into the academy, the weight of his sister’s memory pressed against him. This place was filled with warriors seeking glory, but Kelvin was seeking something far darker—revenge.

His hands clenched into fists as he walked, the path before him clear. He would become stronger, stronger than anyone here. And when the time came, he would find the one responsible for his sister’s death.

Meanwhile, As Kelvin entered the vast grounds of Valen Military Academy, the man who had escorted him there that watched patiently as Kelvin’s figure disappear into the crowd of disciplined students. Once Kelvin was out of sight, the man’s demeanor changed.

He glanced up at the sky, his eyes narrowing before he ascended swiftly, breaking through the clouds where a figure of immense presence floated, silently overlooking the academy below.

This man radiated an aura of undeniable power and pressure. His very presence seemed to warp the air around him, making it hard to even draw breath in his vicinity. His eyes were cold, calculating, and predatory, as if the whole academy was merely a chessboard and its students the pieces in his game.

The man approached cautiously, his head slightly bowed in respect. "I have brought him, as requested," he said, his voice steady despite the overwhelming aura of the one he spoke to. "Kelvin has entered the academy."

The man floating above the clouds shifted his gaze to the academy below, his lips curling into a dark, ominous smirk. "Good," he said, his voice like rolling thunder. "Since he seeks revenge, we shall give it to him—on a silver plate." His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Let him think he is in control, that he is forging his own path.

By the time he realizes the truth, it will be far too late."

The man standing before him gave a small, deferential nod, not daring to ask what dark schemes were being laid out. He had carried out his orders. Now it was in the hands of the one who controlled the strings from the shadows.

"Keep watching him," the man of great aura added, his voice sharp like a command. "Make sure he is well-prepared... and when the time comes, ensure his path crosses with those we need. Even if it might seem like he wouldn’t make it through the tryouts for the battle convention, find any possible means that he eventually those"

"As you wish," the man replied before bowing and vanishing into the clouds, leaving the figure to continue overseeing the academy, his dark smirk never fading. The game was set, and Kelvin was now a pawn in it, whether he realized it or not.

"Seems like the battle convention this year will be a huge catalyst for what is yet to come" The man with the aura said casually as his dark smirk suddenly widened slightly.