My Gacha System: Starting with a Divine Talent Tree.-Chapter 21: Training [1]

[Three Days Later.]

[Ramsay Mansion.]

Eden drew in deep breaths as he sat in the empty training ground early in the morning.

His eyes remained closed, white hair neatly arranged.

The muscles in his body relaxed and tensed with every breath.

’...It’s really fascinating.’

Eden couldn’t help but think as he felt strength surge in his body.

Dragon-Elephant Prajna Technique was a really mysterious thing.

It can help him get an overall better body with every session.

The morning air was cold, but Eden’s body felt warm and almost alive in a way it never had before.

The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Technique wasn’t just training.

It was evolution.

Not the kind you could see in a mirror... but the kind even the bones could feel.

His blood flowed thicker, even his bones felt denser, heavier... yet his movements grew lighter.

Thump!

Eden heard his own heartbeat followed by a faint sound of an elephant’s roar.

He slowly opened his eyes as he let out a soft breath.

’...So this is what it feels like to have a body that changes with every breath.’

It was terrifying yet addictive.

≤You are progressing rather fast.≥

Seraph’s voice echoed in his head as Eden leaned back slightly.

’....Yeah, I can feel it.’

It was already weird how much he had grown in just a span of a few days.

’But I still don’t know how I compare against a normal person.’

Eden rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at his hand.

Exhaling deeply, he whispered, "Sir Tosin."

The shadow of him flickered as a face appeared on it. "You called?"

Eden felt rather uncomfortable as he looked at the strongest knight peeking from his shadow.

Even though Eden had accepted him as his shadow slave, he didn’t really like it.

Keeping his feelings aside, Eden asked, "Can you tell me how I fare against a normal person?"

Tosin’s face turned thoughtful for a second before he said, "Can you show me using your weapon?"

Eden nodded. He stood up, walked toward a shelf, and grabbed the chain-axe.

His gaze then turned toward the mannequin placed to the side.

Eden tightened his grip around the chain-axe, feeling its weight settle naturally into his palm.

Before he began, Eden pulled out his status screen.

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Name: Eden Idris Ramsey.

Race: Human/ ????

Class: Chosen One (Switch)

Talent: Divine Talent Tree.

Affiliation: —

Level: 5 (Apprentice)

Title: "The Sleeper of Divinity"

Health (HP) 100 / 100

Mana (MP) 350 / 350

Strength: 16

Agility: 17

Endurance: 20

Intelligence: 34

Charisma: 19

Luck: 21

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Skills: —

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Arts/Techniques:

Dragon-Elephant Prajna Technique. (Complete)

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’....Looks good for now.’

Eden thought before his gaze shifted back to the mannequin.

It was made up of a wooden frame reinforced with a thin layer of metal.

Tosin’s shadow-eyes followed his movements.

"Just a casual swing," he said.

Eden nodded.

He stood still for a moment... then exhaled once.

Whoosh—!

The chain snapped forward and the axe head spun beautifully in the air.

Bam!

The axe hit the mannequin, splitting the head into two parts.

Eden gripped the chain and pulled the axe back.

Eden blinked once.

"...That was casual."

Tosin stared in silence.

"...If you hit an average trained adult with that," he finally muttered, "there wouldn’t be a body left to bury."

Eden raised a brow. "...That’s good, right?"

"No," Tosin deadpanned. "That’s terrifying. You are sixteen."

Eden scratched his cheek, unsure whether to feel proud or guilty.

’...I didn’t even put effort into that.’

[<That was about 20% of your current physical output.>]

’TWENTY??’

[<Yes. If you went full force, the ground would break too.>]

’....’

Eden rubbed the back of his head as he looked at the broken mannequin.

’I take back my criticism.’ Eden thought with a sigh. ’Dragon-Elephant Prajna Technique really deserves its rank.’

Tosin’s shadow flickered.

"You are already above most royal knights in raw strength alone," he said. "But strength is not your problem."

Eden narrowed his eyes. "Then what is?"

"Experience, instinct," he said, looking at him. "But most importantly, the resolve to kill."

Eden chuckled, dismissing his words. "Don’t worry," he said. "I won’t get in a mess where I would have to kill someone."

≤You don’t decide that.≥ Seraph chimed in as well.

≤Like it or not, you will have to kill someone sooner or later.≥

’....That’s stupid.’ Eden frowned. ’I can take care of any situation without killing.’

Though Eden has to admit one thing.

He has power but he is severely lacking in raw battle sense.

’....I bet Abel can defeat me even if I am stronger than him.’

That really put a sore feeling in Eden’s mouth.

’...Yeah. Power without experience is just a disaster waiting to happen.’

Tosin added one more thing:

"And the people you’re going against? The slave traders? They don’t fight fair."

Eden clicked his tongue and looked away. "Yeah, I kinda figured that out already."

"No," Tosin said. "You think you understand but you don’t."

Eden didn’t respond.

He just let the chain-axe rest against his shoulder, gaze distant.

’I really need a better plan for the whole slave trade thing.’

Eden thought as he once again began to move toward the shelf.

A familiar voice followed.

"...You broke a mannequin?"

Eden turned around and found Osmund standing there with his hand behind his back.

His gaze remained on the broken thing rather than on Eden.

Eden turned back to the shelf, placing the weapon back. "....Yeah."

Osmund immediately noticed the soreness in his voice.

"....Are you still mad at me?" he asked, walking closer. "For pushing you forward as a spy?"

Eden didn’t turn around.

He just wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, eyes on the wall, not on his father.

"...You didn’t push me," Eden said flatly. "You threw me."

Osmund stopped a few steps away.

"That’s unfair," he replied.

"No," Eden corrected, "what’s unfair is volunteering your kid for a job that literally got the strongest knight in the kingdom tortured to death."

Silence lingered between father and son.

Only the quiet clink of chain links as Eden hung the weapon back on the rack.

"...I trusted you," Eden continued. "I thought if anyone would let me grow at my own pace, it’d be you."

Osmund’s face didn’t change, but something behind his eyes dimmed.

"I am letting you grow," he said calmly. "Just not by letting you rot in comfort."

Eden scoffed. "Oh right. Because trauma builds character."

Osmund didn’t deny it.

"Eden," he said, voice low but steady, "you have a divine class. You were never going to get a normal life."

"Maybe I didn’t want to be a weapon," Eden shot back.

"And maybe I didn’t want two sons raised in a world that will kill anything weak," Osmund replied sharply.

"I sent you," Osmund continued, "because if you’re going to survive in this world, you need more than talent."

"...And Abel?" Eden finally muttered. "Why drag him along?"

Osmund didn’t respond as he moved toward the shelf.

His gaze remained on the weapon that Eden had chosen.

"Have you received the proper knowledge about the classes?" Osmund asked, looking at Eden.

Eden frowned and shook his head. "I was going to ask Mother later on—"

"Let me teach you instead."

Osmund took a step back as he looked at him.

"You need to understand classes to know your enemies’ weakness."