Reincarnated into Two Bodies-Chapter 214: On The Same Page

Royal Knights Academy - Main Building

Western Primary Practice Chamber, 2nd Floor

Two figures stood facing each other on the practice mat, wooden blades raised, stances flawless.

Those two figures were me.

Both of us were still in our academy uniforms, having come straight here after classes. I’d planned to meet Ricent later, but judging from what I remembered of Mirabelle’s schedule, he wouldn’t be free for at least another hour. That left me with the perfect window.

Time to beat myself up.

I hadn’t had the chance to do this for a long while now. And though I hated it before, it was mostly because Mother kept her eyes on me all the time, judging my every move.

The best pace was always my own, so being free to do whatever I wanted in this private chamber was a godsend.

Sure, it was still hard to fully charge at myselves with all I had. But I didn't need intent to kill to put this training to good use.

There weren’t many places where both of me could be alone together for long back at the mansion. I’d expected that to be even worse here at the academy.

But that was before I learned of the greatest invention of all time, private practice chambers.

They were training chambers that had all the facilities you needed for a spar, a casual duel, or a place to hold a small gathering. You had to reserve one personally, which was why I’d immediately asked Leila to look into how one should secure a reservation.

And wow, did she deliver.

The practice chamber Leila managed to snag had all I needed for a proper training. Of course, I needed nothing more than a practice mat, a couple of wooden weapons of different sizes, some pretty good lighting thanks to the wide windows, towels that were regularly cleaned and replaced, and even several training dummies ready to be whacked.

Of course, I didn’t bother with those training dummies. After all, I had the best training dummies the world could ask for in front of me.

Myselves.

…

Both of my bodies took slow, deep breaths, calming the nerves and sharpening my focus. And on the same beat, we rushed forward.

Carine’s blade rushed forward in a fast downward strike.

I caught it as Feyt, catching the blow near the base of my sword and pushing the force to the side. Feyt pressed forward, forcing Carine’s grip to loosen for just a moment, and that moment was seized.

I adjusted Carine’s hold, snapping her back into a defensive stance as Feyt shifted quickly into offense.

Feyt unleashed a series of attacks meant to wear her down, each one flowing into the next. Carine endured, then caught a particularly heavy swing and pushed it back, creating a clean opening.

Carine’s pommel thrusted forward for a sharp, disorienting strike. But Feyt was already moving, stepping back just as the pommel dragged down through the air.

We separated, returning to neutral distance once more, faint smiles of satisfaction mirrored on both faces, though noticeably less so on Carine’s face.

Alright, nice!

Let’s do another set!

Without a word, both bodies lunged at each other, and the furious back and forth continued once more.

Leila closed the door behind her quietly, the door settling into place.

Her room was modest, yet impeccably clean. There was a narrow but comfortable bed in the corner, a small desk on the far wall with compartments, and a single high-quality Luminite lantern casting warm light across the wood. Everything was as clean as she had left it.

Normally, she would spend this hour walking the halls.

She would inspect corners and ceilings of the quarters’ halls, firmly reminding the younger attendants to learn how to clean properly, and standing near the front door in case Lady Carine called for her. It was fortunate that her room was the nearest to the exit, too.

Today, however, she went straight inside. After all, there was work to be done.

From a locked drawer in the desk, Leila retrieved a sheet of fine parchment and laid it carefully atop the polished surface. She sat, adjusted the lantern’s position, and began drafting a paper.

A progress report on Carine and Feyt’s improvements.

Lord Kyrat required a report at the end of every month or sooner, should Leila judge that a significant breakthrough had occurred.

And what she saw this afternoon was definitely the latter.

As her pen moved, her thoughts returned naturally to the practice chamber.

To the steady rhythm of footwork. The clean exchange of blows. The way Carine and Feyt had faced one another. It was a duel unlike any other she had ever seen, one that differed even from their spars against other opponents.

More than that, she had noticed the expressions they wore as they fought. As though the spar itself was a fun activity. As though each of them genuinely enjoyed the other’s presence in the chamber.

They were improving rapidly, especially when together.

The way they spar, from observation alone, Leila could tell that both of them accommodated the other’s needs even during something as hectic as a sparring session. She began to see how the both of them managed to perform that synergy during that practical exam.

It was like they could read each other’s thoughts, perhaps even communicate in a way no other could understand.

She had thought herself accustomed to their synergy. Once again, she was proven wrong.

It was just as Lord Kyrat assumed, they were very much in tune, or rather. ‘On the same page,’ as he had put it.

Of course, further observation would be required to truly validate his theory, but even so… it was clear to nearly anyone.

Lady Carine and Sir Feyt were strongest when they stood together.