I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 31: Training Part 1

The room was silent, the air thick with tension. Junior shifted his weight, his sword heavy in his hand as he stared at Eira. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto his, unblinking, unwavering. She stood a few feet away, her posture relaxed but ready, her muscular frame radiating power. Her lips curled into a faint smirk as she tilted her head, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.

"Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re the prince," she said, her tone laced with challenge.

Junior’s grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, his jaw setting as he met her gaze. That’s what I expected you to do, he thought. "Don’t make it easy on me just because I’m the prince," he replied, his voice steady despite the unease twisting in his gut.

Eira chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Don’t make me fall for you, Your Highness," she teased, her voice dripping with mockery. But you need to be able to beat me for me to call for you.

Junior frowned, something about her words sparking a fire within him. He didn’t want her to go easy on him—he wanted to earn her respect. With a sharp inhale, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air toward her.

Eira moved like lightning, her body twisting effortlessly out of the way. His blade missed her by inches, and before he could recover, she stepped closer, her elbow brushing against his chest as she spun around him. The movement was so fluid it left him momentarily stunned.

"Too slow," she remarked, her tone calm but critical. She circled him slowly, her boots clicking softly against the stone floor. "You’re committing too early. You need to read your opponent before you strike."

Junior clenched his teeth, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He adjusted his stance, his eyes narrowing as he watched her every move. "Again," he said, his voice firm.

Eira nodded, her expression unreadable. She took a step back, giving him space, her arms loose at her sides. Let’s see if you’ve learned anything, her smirk seemed to say. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

This time, Junior waited, his muscles coiled tight as he studied her. She made no move to attack, her body relaxed but ready. He feinted to the left, watching as she shifted her weight slightly, her balance shifting to counter. Then, he swung to the right, aiming for her shoulder.

Eira ducked under the swing with ease, her body bending gracefully as his sword whiffed over her head. Before he could pull back, she swept her leg out, catching him behind the knee. His legs buckled, and he hit the ground with a grunt, his sword clattering beside him.

"Predictable," she said, standing over him with her arms crossed. " your moves are too predictable ,Anyone with half a brain could see what you’re going to do before you do it."

Junior pushed himself up, his face burning with embarrassment. He knew he was weak but seeing facing off against eira made him see that he has a longer road to go, junior bit his lip and then said "Then teach me how to be less predictable," he snapped, his frustration bleeding into his voice.

Eira raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. Finally, some fire. "Alright," she said, stepping back and gesturing for him to rise. "Again."

They continued like that for hours, Junior attacking, Eira dodging and countering, each time pointing out his flaws with brutal honesty. Her movements were precise, calculated, and utterly infuriating. No matter what he tried, she always seemed one step ahead, her body moving with a grace that defied her size.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the training room, Junior’s breath came in ragged gasps, his shirt soaked with sweat. His arms burned with fatigue, his legs threatening to give out beneath him. But he refused to stop, his determination hardening with each failed attempt.

"Your guard is too high," Eira commented as she sidestepped another swing. "It leaves your midsection exposed." She tapped his stomach lightly with the flat of her blade, the contact making him flinch. "A real opponent wouldn’t have been so gentle."

Junior growled under his breath, adjusting his stance once more. He lunged again, this time aiming lower, but Eira simply stepped aside, her movements almost lazy in their execution. She countered with a quick jab to his ribs, the force of it knocking the air from his lungs.

"Better," she said, though there was no real praise in her tone. "But you’re still relying too much on brute force. Swordsmanship isn’t just about strength—it’s about finesse."

Junior knew she was right, but hearing it only fueled his frustration. He attacked again, his swings growing more erratic as exhaustion set in. Eira danced around him effortlessly, her breathing steady, her expression calm. It was as if she wasn’t even trying.

By the time the first stars began to appear in the night sky, Junior was on the verge of collapse. His limbs felt like lead, his vision swimming with fatigue. But still, he refused to give up. He would not let her win.

Eira finally called for a halt, her voice cutting through the haze of his exhaustion. "That’s enough for today," she said, sheathing her sword. "We’ll continue tomorrow."

Junior shook his head, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "No," he said, his voice hoarse but determined. "We continue now."

Eira turned to look at him, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she said nothing, her sharp blue eyes studying him intently. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Fine," she said, her tone softer than usual. "But don’t come crying to me when you can’t lift your arms tomorrow."

She glanced over at Helen, who had been quietly watching from the corner of the room. "Go prepare his food and a bath," Eira instructed, her voice firm but not unkind. "It’s better if you aren’t here to see what happens next."

Helen hesitated, her eyes darting between Junior and Eira. But after a moment, she nodded silently and slipped out of the room, leaving the two of them alone.

Eira turned back to Junior, her smirk returning as she drew her sword once more. "Let’s see how long you last, Prince."