Reincarnated By The Weakest Primordial Being(but with OP growth twist)-Chapter 29: New Lover In The Guild

The days after lunch training passed in a blur of sweat, bruises, and laughter. AK and his companions—Hazzy, Ash, Phaphy, Aisha, with Ajay guiding them and Maya pushing them to their limits—had fallen into a cycle. Train, rest, eat, collapse, repeat. For three straight days it continued, a rhythm of exhaustion and growth.

By the fourth morning, when they stepped into the towering Hunter Guild headquarters once again, Ash was the first to notice something unusual.

Near the reception desk stood three girls. Two were pretty enough to catch anyone’s eye, but the third... she shone brighter than the rest. Her beauty was on a different level entirely. Her posture, her poise, her aura—it was enough to make half the lobby glance at her twice.

Ash’s feet froze. Then, without a word to his group, he started walking straight toward her.

"Oi, oi, oi—where are you going, idiot?" Hazzy called, eyebrows jumping.

Ash didn’t answer.

Phaphy frowned, waving his arms. "Hey, Ash! We’re here to train, remember? Training room’s this way!"

Again, silence. Ash kept walking like a man bewitched, ignoring them completely.

AK blinked in disbelief, muttering, "What... is our Ash actually going up to that girl group?"

Hazzy slapped his own forehead. "What the fuck, my younger brother’s gotten guts all of a sudden. Straight to the lion’s den, huh?"

"Congratulations," Phaphy said with exaggerated sarcasm, side-eyeing AK. "We’ve officially got a new playboy in our group. Guess you’ve been dethroned, AK."

"Oi!" AK shot back instantly, blushing. "What do you mean dethroned? When was I ever—"

Aisha just covered her mouth, laughing softly without saying a word.

Ajay sighed, covering his eyes with his palm like a weary father. "I can’t watch this."

Ash finally reached the girl, preparing his best smile, lips parting to say hello. But before a single syllable escaped—Maya appeared.

The beautiful girl immediately turned from Ash, stepping forward to greet Maya with an affectionate bow. "Big sister!" she called warmly.

Maya’s expression softened instantly, her tone dripping with warmth none of the group had ever heard from her before. "Hello, my cute little sister. How are you?"

The words struck like thunder.

AK’s jaw dropped. "Wait, what?! Did I just hear that right?"

Hazzy whistled low. "So our Ash wasn’t chasing a stranger... he was charging right up to Maya’s family? The guts on this guy, damn."

Phaphy leaned against AK dramatically, smirking. "Look at him. One second single, next second aiming for the boss’s sister. This is legendary."

AK groaned. "You idiots—stop dragging me into this!"

Aisha kept laughing quietly, eyes twinkling, clearly enjoying the chaos without needing to add fuel.

Ash, cheeks faintly pink now that his approach had been completely derailed, slowly turned back and walked stiffly to rejoin his group.

"So..." AK leaned close with a mischievous grin. "That girl was the reason you walked away, right?"

Ash didn’t answer. He kept his face carefully blank.

Hazzy poked him in the ribs. "If you were trying to flirt with her, forget it. Looks like she’s Maya’s younger sister. You’d be playing with fire, bro."

Still, no reply from Ash.

Finally Phaphy smirked and delivered the finishing blow: "Oh, I see what’s going on. You’ve caught AK syndrome."

AK nearly exploded. "What do you mean AK syndrome?! Why the hell are you using my name in this!?" His face burned scarlet, which only made Hazzy and Phaphy burst into laughter.

At that exact moment, AK decided to reclaim some dignity. Straightening his shoulders, he marched toward Maya to greet her directly. Predictably, Ash followed a moment later, determined not to be left behind.

They reached her almost together. AK, slightly faster, bowed lightly. "Good morning, Maya."

Ash added quickly, voice steady but eyes flickering toward the girl. "Good morning, Leader."

The younger girl stepped closer, smiling politely. "You like a question?" she asked softly, tilting her head at Ash.

Ash blinked. "Uh—sorry? What’s your name?"

She smiled faintly. "Sarah. My name is Sarah."

Maya’s hand rested gently on her sister’s shoulder, her tone affectionate yet proud. "She’s my younger sister. She just came back from America."

For a moment, AK felt his entire world tilt sideways. First Maya appears. Then a mysterious new face. Now her sister? What’s next? My brain can’t keep up. Where’s HRX, the original leader of this guild? What’s happening behind the scenes?

Ash, collecting himself, extended a hand. "Nice to meet you, Sarah."

Sarah only gave him a polite nod, ignoring the handshake. "Nice to meet you too." Without further hesitation, she turned and walked gracefully toward Maya’s office.

Ash froze, hand hanging in the air, then awkwardly stuffed it into his pocket. Behind him, Hazzy and Phaphy were practically choking from holding in laughter.

"Rejected in one move," Hazzy muttered. "A new record."

"Legendary playboy status revoked before it even started," Phaphy added.

Even Aisha let out a soft giggle, covering her lips delicately.

Maya, meanwhile, turned back to the group, her professional mask sliding back into place. "Now. It’s time for today’s training. Ajay will be instructing you. I have work to handle."

AK, ever unable to help himself, raised his hand. "If you need any help, Maya, I’m here. Just remember me."

For the first time, Maya actually laughed—a light, fleeting laugh that made the entire group freeze.

AK blinked, stunned. Hazzy and Phaphy immediately rounded on him, whisper-shouting.

"She laughed."

"She laughed, bro."

"You cracked her mask!"

Ajay merely sighed, shaking his head.

Maya composed herself and left with Sarah, vanishing into her office.

The group stood there for a moment, stunned into silence.

Finally Hazzy said what they were all thinking. "So, Maya laughs when her sister’s around. Guess we know the secret."

Phaphy snickered. "Or maybe she’s just happy her little sister’s back. Either way, it’s terrifying."

AK touched his chest dramatically, still dazed. "She... she laughed. At something I said."

Hazzy leaned close, smirking. "Careful, lover boy. You’re going to overthink yourself into a grave."

Ajay clapped his hands sharply. "Enough. Training. Positions. Now." His tone left no room for argument.

And just like that, the day’s training began under Ajay’s command, but every single one of them carried a new thought in their head: Maya’s sister had entered the picture, and nothing about their guild life would ever feel the same again.

That day’s training began under Ajay’s strict gaze. Everyone took their positions with swords, staves, or mana-focused drills. Maya had left, but her aura of command still lingered in the room like invisible pressure.

Hazzy was sweating buckets during sword swings, Phaphy was trying not to burn his own robes while channeling fire magic, AK was pretending not to peek at the training room door—just in case Maya suddenly reappeared—and Aisha was quietly excelling without saying much.

Only Ash... wasn’t really there.

Every time Ajay barked an order, Ash’s body moved, but his mind drifted elsewhere. He kept replaying the scene in his head: the way Sarah had stood near the reception, the way her voice carried when she said, "My name is Sarah." Even the way she’d brushed off his handshake.

Did I mess up? Maybe I should’ve said something cooler. Or maybe I should’ve complimented her hair? No—too creepy. Ugh, what’s wrong with me?

"ASH!" Ajay’s shout slammed through the haze.

Ash blinked, realizing far too late that his wooden sword had slipped from his grip, clattering to the floor.

Ajay’s brow twitched. "Pick. It. Up."

Ash scrambled, grabbing the sword, muttering, "S-sorry, I was just—"

"Thinking about flowers?" Hazzy cut in with a wicked grin. "Or maybe about a certain pretty face near the reception desk?"

Phaphy gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Oh no, the mighty Ash has fallen. He’s been struck by Cupid’s arrow!"

Even Aisha, normally reserved, let out a soft laugh. "He really did look like a lovesick fool..."

Ash turned crimson. "I-I wasn’t—shut up!"

Ajay sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Focus. You think Sara is going to be impressed if you swing like a toddler holding a stick? Train properly or get out."

The room erupted in laughter—Hazzy doubled over, Phaphy slapped AK’s shoulder, and even AK, who usually hated being the target of teasing, couldn’t resist.

"Don’t worry, Ash," AK said with a smirk. "At least you didn’t invent a whole syndrome like me. You’re safe."

"Shut. Up. All. Of. You!" Ash shouted, swinging his sword again with twice the force—only to smack himself in the shin. The room howled even louder.

By the end of the day, Ash was more bruised from embarrassment than actual training.

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The Next Day

The sun rose lazily over Bihar, spilling a soft orange glow across rooftops and streets. AK was already awake, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He sprayed himself with perfume again—just in case Maya walked past him today. He wasn’t going to risk another embarrassing blush without smelling fresh.

Outside his window, the sleek black guild car waited. Hazzy was leaning against the door, Ash stood stiff like a soldier, Phaphy fiddled with his phone, and Aisha... well, she was simply watching them all with quiet amusement.

When AK stepped out, Hazzy whistled. "Damn, AK. Perfume again? You planning to propose to Maya in the training room?"

AK’s face darkened. "Shut it."

Phaphy leaned toward Aisha and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "He’s definitely gonna propose today."

Aisha covered her mouth to hide a smile.

Ajay honked the car horn. "Get in. We don’t have all day."

They piled inside, and the ride to the guild began.

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The Ride

The car was quiet for about thirty seconds. Then Hazzy nudged Ash.

"So, lover boy. Did you dream of her?"

Ash stiffened. "Who?"

Phaphy put on a dramatic gasp. "Don’t play dumb! Saraaaa~!"

Hazzy and Phaphy made exaggerated heart shapes with their hands, nearly poking AK in the face in the process.

AK sighed, trying to keep his cool. "Seriously? Can’t you both act normal for once?"

Hazzy smirked. "Normal? Says the guy who nearly fainted when Maya laughed yesterday. Bro, you made a smirk that even villains in novels would be jealous of."

Phaphy added, "Exactly! And Ash over here is walking around with his soul already sold to Sara."

Aisha finally chimed in, voice calm and teasing. "Maybe they should both start a club. ’Hopeless Cases in Love.’"

The car exploded with laughter, except for AK and Ash—who both went red at the same time.

Ajay kept driving silently, but his lips twitched.

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Arrival at the Guild

The sleek guild headquarters loomed before them again. Glass panels reflected the sunlight, while guild members in uniforms rushed in and out with purpose. The moment the group stepped out of the car, Ash scanned the lobby like a hawk.

Hazzy noticed immediately. "Oh no. He’s on the hunt again."

Phaphy whispered, "New mission: Spot Sara. Target: Ash’s pride."

They burst into laughter.

AK ignored them, but deep inside, he was also wondering if Maya—or maybe even Sara—was around. He glanced toward the reception but saw no one familiar. His heart sank a little, then jumped again when Ajay suddenly barked, "Move. To the training room."

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Training Room Atmosphere

Inside, the familiar scent of sweat and sharpened blades filled the air. Wooden dummies lined the walls, and racks of weapons gleamed under the white lights. Ajay stood at the center like a general before his troops.

"Today," Ajay said firmly, "we will focus on stamina and combat awareness. Yesterday’s performance was... disappointing. Especially yours, Ash."

Ash’s face heated up instantly. "I—I’ll do better today."

Hazzy whispered to Phaphy, "That’s what every tragic protagonist says before tripping over their own sword."

Phaphy nodded solemnly. "Amen."

Aisha, standing beside them, whispered softly, "Don’t bully him too much. He’s already red enough."

Ajay clapped his hands. "Positions! Warm-up with fifty pushups. Go."

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The Warm-Up Disaster

Everyone dropped down and began pushups. Hazzy and Phaphy raced each other, both shouting numbers dramatically like it was a competition.

"Ten!"

"Eleven!"

"Ha! Fifteen already, loser!"

Meanwhile, AK did his pushups in silence, focused but sneaking glances toward the door—just in case Maya entered.

Aisha moved with calm, steady rhythm, not even breaking a sweat.

And then... there was Ash.

He started strong. "One... two... three..." But by the time he reached twenty, his arms trembled. His face wasn’t strained from effort—it was pink from daydreaming.

Sara probably eats breakfast at this time... What if she’s watching from the window? I should look cool...

He tilted his head slightly, smirking like an idiot mid-pushup—only to collapse face-first on the mat.

The room went silent for two seconds. Then Hazzy broke into hysterical laughter. "BRO! Did you just faint from love mid-pushup?"

Phaphy wheezed, "Forget Cupid—Ash just got sniped!"

Even Ajay pinched the bridge of his nose. "Stand up. Or don’t bother coming tomorrow."

Ash groaned and forced himself back up, glaring at everyone. "Shut up. All of you."

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Sword Drills & The Bet

Next came sword drills. Ajay paired them up to spar. Hazzy with Phaphy, AK with Aisha, and Ash... forced to spar against Ajay himself.

Hazzy whispered to Phaphy while stretching, "Bet? Ten coins says Ash drops his sword again."

Phaphy grinned. "Make it twenty."

The spar began. Ajay swung gently at first, testing Ash’s grip. Ash blocked, but his eyes kept flicking to the door again, imagining Sara walking in. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Ajay’s strike slipped past and tapped his shoulder.

"Focus," Ajay warned.

Ash nodded quickly. Right. Focus. Imagine Sara watching—no, stop imagining Sara. Focus—

Ajay struck again. This time Ash swung too wildly, missed, and spun in a full circle, landing flat on his back. His sword clattered away—again.

Hazzy cheered like he’d won the lottery. "PAY UP, PHAPHY!"

Phaphy threw a coin pouch at him, laughing so hard his sparring broke down into chaos.

Even Aisha covered her mouth, whispering, "Poor Ash..." though her eyes sparkled with amusement.

AK, meanwhile, sighed and muttered, "This group is hopeless." But secretly, he was thankful—because their teasing meant less attention on his own blushes about Maya.

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Lunch Break

After two hours of drills, Ajay finally shouted, "Break. Cafeteria. Go."

They staggered into the cafeteria, collapsing onto chairs. The room smelled of roasted meat and spices, filling their empty stomachs instantly.

Hazzy piled his plate high. "This is the real reason I joined training. Food like this beats exercise any day."

Phaphy pointed his fork at Ash. "You need food for brain function, bro. Maybe then you’ll stop daydreaming."

Ash scowled, stabbing at his rice. "One day she’ll notice me. You’ll see."

AK raised an eyebrow. "She ignored your handshake yesterday. Want us to replay that memory for you in detail?"

The table erupted in laughter again.

Even Aisha, quietly sipping soup, added, "Maybe you should practice shaking hands with Hazzy first."

Hazzy almost choked on his drink. "NO THANKS!"

The entire cafeteria turned to look at their rowdy table, but Ajay waved them off and let them be.

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Afternoon Session: The Lap Punishment

After lunch, Ajay announced sparring drills again. But the moment Ash zoned out once more, Ajay lost it.

"That’s it. Outside. Run laps around the guild headquarters. Twenty times!"

Ash’s jaw dropped. "T-twenty?! That’s—"

Ajay’s glare shut him up. He ran.

The group peeked through the window while stretching. Hazzy counted loudly, "One lap... two laps..."

Phaphy shouted encouragement, "Imagine Sara waiting at the finish line!"

AK sighed, massaging his temples. "This is ridiculous."

Aisha smirked faintly. "At least it’s entertaining."

By the time Ash stumbled back in, drenched in sweat, everyone was laughing so hard they could barely train.

Ajay shook his head, muttering, "Hopeless."

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Evening Wrap-Up

When the session finally ended, they collapsed on the mats, completely drained.

Hazzy stretched, groaning. "Today was brutal."

Phaphy added, "Yeah, especially for Ash. Dude basically became the guild’s entertainment."

Ash, lying flat on his back, groaned, "I hate all of you."

Aisha, standing, smiled softly. "No, you don’t."

AK stared at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts. Maya... she laughed yesterday. But what did that mean? And Sara... who exactly is she? Why do I feel like something big is coming?

Ajay clapped his hands. "Enough chatter. Tomorrow—double the intensity. If you can’t keep up, don’t bother showing up."

Hazzy groaned, Phaphy pretended to faint, Ash cursed under his breath, Aisha just nodded calmly, and AK... smiled slightly, already determined to endure.

But deep inside, he knew—tomorrow would be even crazier.