Life Before Becoming an Omniverse Entity-Chapter 50: Two years

Renan glanced at Gracen’s waist, where his katana rested. He had never seen his father wield it, but now he was eager to witness it in action.

"And that brings us to today’s training," Gracen finally said, his lips curving into a small smile as he look at Renan.

"You are going to form your first star inside your tail."

Renan’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

After that, Renan formed his first star in his tail, marking the beginning of his warrior’s path in his fox form. Following this, Gracen continued teaching him many new things about both dragons and foxes, helping him deepen his understanding of his dual nature. Time passed, and soon, night fell, yet the two remained lost in training, fully immersed in their practice. Once their session ended, Renan returned to his room, exhausted but satisfied, ready to rest and prepare for the next day’s training.

And just like that, two years went by. Renan’s routine remained mostly unchanged—training, sleeping, and occasionally spending time with his Grandmother Nymeria, as well as Sylveria and Elowyn. Those were the only moments when he could relax and enjoy some company outside of his rigorous training regimen.

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Today was another day of training, but something was different. As Renan stood in front of Gracen, he noticed an unusual sight. His father wasn’t in his usual clothing but instead wore training attire, something Renan had never seen him wear before. It immediately caught his attention because, for the past two years, Gracen had never dressed like this during their sessions.

’Father never wears those types of clothes during my training, but today he is,’ Renan thought to himself, his mind racing with curiosity. ’Am I finally going to be trained in actual combat? Or is he going to teach me fighting techniques? I wonder what he’s planning.’ His thoughts drifted as he recalled something else. ’I’ve heard that Mother fights using hand-to-hand combat, and that sounds incredibly cool. Fighting with just your body, dodging attacks, and striking back with precision—it must feel amazing. But then again, using a katana also seems incredible. A sleek, sharp blade slicing through the air with elegance… I don’t know which one I should choose.’

Renan furrowed his brows, deep in thought. But then a realization hit him. ’Wait a second… do I really need to choose? Father has said multiple times that my learning speed is monstrous. So, why not just learn both? If I have the potential, I should take full advantage of it. Yes, I’ve decided! I’ll master both techniques!’ His determination solidified, and he turned to Gracen, eager to confirm what the day’s training would be about.

"So, Father, what are we doing today?" he asked, unable to hide his anticipation.

"You should already know, Renan," Gracen responded with a small smile. "Today is your first official combat training session. I’ve been waiting for you to grow a bit before starting, and now that you’re three years old as a dragon, with four circles formed around your heart, and as a fox with four stars in your tail, I think you’re ready."

Gracen’s eyes studied Renan carefully. His son now stood at an impressive height of 4’5", having grown significantly in just two years. ’Truly amazing,’ Gracen thought, his expression remaining composed, though inwardly, he was in awe. ’Two years ago, this child didn’t even know about circles or the star method, and yet he has already formed four in each technique. His potential is terrifying.’

Renan, completely unaware of his father’s thoughts, nodded eagerly. "Yes, Father, I’m ready. Let’s start the training!" His voice was filled with excitement, and he could barely keep still.

Gracen nodded, then picked up two wooden katanas and tossed one to Renan while holding the other himself. "Transform into your fox form," he instructed. "Your first lesson will be with a katana. After that, we’ll move on to hand-to-hand combat training." He inspected his own wooden katana, making sure it was balanced properly.

Renan caught the wooden katana with ease and gave a firm nod. Without hesitation, he closed his eyes, focusing on the transformation. Within seconds, his body began to glow, and moments later, he had fully shifted into his fox form. His four tails flicked behind him as he adjusted to the change. Taking his stance, he raised his wooden katana in front of him. "Let’s start, Father."

Gracen’s lips curled into a slight smile. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from his spot, moving with such speed that not even a ripple in the air was left behind. He reappeared right beside Renan and, before the boy could react, swung his wooden katana toward the back of his head. The strike was controlled—not enough to injure, but strong enough to push him forward.

*SWISH*

*SWOOSH*

*THWACK*

*THUD*

The wooden katana made contact, and in an instant, Renan fell flat onto his face, hitting the ground with a soft grunt.

’Huh? What just happened?’ he thought, utterly baffled. His mind tried to process what had occurred, but everything had happened so fast. One moment, he was standing, preparing to fight, and the next, he was face-down on the floor.

Slowly, he pushed himself up, shaking off the shock, and turned to see Gracen standing behind him. That same small, knowing smile remained on his face.

Renan narrowed his eyes. ’I guess I should say goodbye to my easy training days and prepare for something much tougher,’ he thought. Despite the rough start, he adjusted his stance once more, holding his wooden katana firmly in front of him.

Gracen, seeing this, smiled slightly. "Good," he murmured. Without any warning, he moved again, launching another attack.

Renan barely had time to react before he felt the impact once more. And just like that, his so-called ’hellish training’ had officially begun—or at least, that’s what he would come to call it.

After four to five hours of training.

Renan could be seen kneeling on the ground, his four tails slumped down, his whole body drenched in sweat, and his chest rising and falling as he took deep, labored breaths. Despite his exhaustion, he still held the wooden katana in a guarding position, unwilling to lower it completely.

"Huuuu~haaa…" he exhaled heavily, struggling to steady himself.

In front of him stood Gracen, looking down at his kneeling son with an unreadable expression. Unlike Renan, there wasn’t a single drop of sweat on him, nor was he out of breath. His posture remained relaxed and composed as if the intense training session they had just finished hadn’t affected him in the slightest.

Gracen observed Renan in silence for a moment before finally speaking. "That’s enough for today. You’ve done well, Renan. You can go back to your room and rest." His voice was calm, yet there was a subtle hint of satisfaction in it.

As he spoke, Gracen stepped forward and extended his hand, helping Renan stand up from the ground. As he did, he couldn’t help but think to himself, ’Amazing… His learning speed is simply out of this world. But even more surprising is his strength. To think that he has already surpassed the limits of his current stage—it’s simply unbelievable.’

Gracen’s eyes studied Renan closely as he recalled their fight. ’If I were to compare his strength to human warriors, he’s already strong enough to defeat an experienced five-star warrior with ease. And if he truly exerts himself, he could even hold his own against a six-star warrior. That means he’s capable of fighting opponents two entire stages above his own level…’ Gracen’s thoughts trailed off, filled with a mix of astonishment and pride.

Meanwhile, Renan, completely unaware of the thoughts running through Gracen’s mind, simply nodded at his father. His exhaustion prevented him from responding verbally, but the slight inclination of his head was enough to convey his understanding. Without another word, he turned on his heel and began walking out of the training ground, his breaths still heavy and uneven.

As Renan disappeared through the doorway, Gracen let out a small sigh and muttered to himself, "Did I go too hard on him? After all, this was his first day of actual combat training… and he’s only three years old." A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Renan had endured everything without a single complaint, and that alone was proof of his potential and will.

Renan, on the other hand, was far too exhausted to think about anything else. He moved through the grand halls of the castle, barely acknowledging the greetings of the servants he passed by. All he could focus on was reaching his room.

Upon arriving, he pushed the door open, stepped inside, and quietly shut it behind him.

The moment he did, his body gave out, and he collapsed onto his bed. Without even bothering to remove his clothes, he curled up, pulling his tails in front of him and wrapping his arms around them. The soft fur brought him comfort as his heavy eyelids shut, and within seconds, he drifted into a deep sleep, completely worn out from the day’s training.