Awakening with two legendary Summons-Chapter 23: Summoners Daughter of the Veyna Crimson Vanguard

How does the strongest summoner spend her holidays? What better way than to train all day.

Lina Veyna stood before a towering humanoid machine—mechanical, menacing, and built for one thing: combat training. It served as a highly advanced dummy, but unlike ordinary dummies, this machine fought back.

With six articulated arms, it was capable of launching a flurry of strikes, each designed to test the reaction time, agility, and power of the one standing before it. Fighters were meant to stand at close range and counter with their best attacks. It was brutal, efficient, and unforgiving.

And it came with levels—each one progressively more difficult, designed to separate the weak from the truly elite.

Lina had already conquered the first five. Each had challenged her skill, but none had truly tested her limits. Now she was on the sixth.

Unlike the earlier stages, which used only four arms at a time, Level Six activated all six. They swung unpredictably and in synchronized chaos, making it almost impossible to anticipate the next strike.

Lina groaned, sweat trailing down her brow as she raised her arms to block two punches coming for her face. Simultaneously, another hand came at her torso.

She lifted her leg swiftly, blocking the incoming blow with expert precision.

The next few strikes came faster, harder, like the machine had read her movements and decided to end the fight.

But Lina was faster. She dodged, parried, twisted, and countered with a grace and efficiency that stunned the small audience forming around her.

Others who had come to the training hall for some practice had now become mere spectators.

Her speed and precision were jaw-dropping.

"God, she's fast," one girl muttered from the crowd.

"I can't believe she's been holding back in class. How is she that good?"

"Man... no wonder she's number one."

From a corner of the hall, Kaela stood, eyes sharp, watching every movement Lina made. Each block, each strike echoed through the hall with a metallic crack.

And finally, the machine came to a halt. A screen lit up across its chest:

"Level 7 will begin as soon as you hit the machine."

This time, Lina didn't charge ahead. She breathed heavily, arms hanging for a moment as she caught her breath.

'My integration still isn't perfect.'

She thought back to her elder brother—how effortlessly fast he had been during his own integration training. Compared to him, she was still lagging behind.

"I'll go again—"

She tightened her fists and took a step forward, but then a voice rang out from behind.

"Uhm—can I also get a try at the machine? I wanted to train with someone really strong and I saw you."

It was Kaela.

Lina turned to face her, a slight hint of confusion and annoyance flashing in her eyes.

'Is she talking to me?'

"The machine is set to Level 7. You won't be able to handle it at this speed," Lina said, trying to be polite—though her words carried a quiet undertone of arrogance. Looking down on others was something she did naturally. It was her way of life.

Kaela's eyes widened just slightly, lips parting in a small, confident smile.

"Then it won't hurt if I try."

Lina simply stepped aside, her face emotionless but mind racing.

'A challenger...? She wants to test herself against me?'

'The daughter of the Veyna Crimson family... a direct descendant of the faction's leader. What audacity... and for what reason?'

Kaela approached the machine calmly, placing herself before it with practiced ease. She adjusted a few strands of hair, tucking them behind her ear to reveal one sharp eye, then tapped the machine.

Level 7 initiated.

Three arms came at her in an instant—one aimed at her head, another at her shoulder, and the third for her torso.

Kaela blocked them all at the last second.

Then came the second wave.

She ducked under a horizontal strike and deflected the other two with precise movements. Her form was tight, powerful, controlled.

And then—silence.

No one said a word, but the astonishment on their faces said everything.

Kaela made Level 7 look like a warm-up.

Her speed was terrifying. Her reaction time, unmatched.

She didn't just block. She flowed.

And when she completed the level without a scratch, she didn't even pause for breath. She moved on to Level 8.

This level was brutal—four arms attacking in tandem, followed instantly by two more, giving barely a second to breathe. Any lapse in concentration could end it.

But Kaela moved like she had studied the machine. She knew its rhythm. Its traps. She danced around the chaos with uncanny intuition.

Lina watched from up close, fully aware of what was unfolding before her.

'If that had been me up there... I would've been knocked down by now. This is insane.'

And then Kaela activated Level 10.

This one wasn't just hard—it was sadistic.

The machine unleashed all six arms simultaneously, each strike separated by a mere 0.1-second gap.

And Kaela fought.

Until a punch to the gut landed clean, sending her crashing to the floor.

"Failed." flashed across the machine's screen.

But no one laughed. No one mocked.

Kaela had far surpassed anyone's expectations. She wasn't just strong—she was terrifyingly gifted.

Lina, now genuinely impressed, walked over and extended her hand to Kaela.

"You have true strength. And that—I respect."

That was Lina's version of kneeling.

She only bowed to strength. That was how the world worked.

Kaela accepted the hand, rising to her feet while holding her side, grimacing. Her ribs hurt—maybe even cracked.

"I'll help you to the nurse," Lina offered, gently placing Kaela's arm around her shoulders as they walked out of the training room and into the academy corridors.

It was a quiet journey.

Here and there, they passed other students—some collapsed from exhaustion, others limping their way to the infirmary.

This was the way of the Military Academy. Break them. Then rebuild them stronger.

After a while, the sight of the wounded students grew dull, and Lina finally asked the question that had been burning in her mind.

"How did you integrate to that level? To block such fast attacks..."

Kaela didn't answer at first. She grunted slightly, then finally responded.

"It's not your summon that's the problem. Stop hurting it... You're the one who needs to become stronger."

Lina's brows furrowed. She was offended—but also intrigued.

'Train myself? In what way?'

'Seems I'll be talking to you more often from now on, Kaela...'

Lina had assumed Kaela only approached her to get close to someone popular.

But that wasn't the truth.

Kaela had come for one reason.

To stop her from hurting her summon.

Why?

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That—Lina hadn't figured out yet.

But one thing was clear now...

Kaela wasn't just talented.

She was connected to summons in a way no one else was.

And Lina had just taken her first step toward discovering why.