The Rise Of Calamity

Seeing that the straining task probably wouldn't work, I thought of telling my father before I stopped to think about what kind of confusion that would create for him and all the questions that he would ask that I would not be able to answer properly.

You would think that I would just tell my father about my divine energy, but a small voice within me kept telling me not to do it. I always felt like I could trust my father, but after the voice kept telling that I shouldn't tell him, or anyone within my family, I finally realized something.

No matter how much I acted like I enjoyed the company of everyone around me, I made excuses to make sure they never knew anything about me. Even Aroura, the one I like the most out of the whole family thinks I have 2 elements rather than four.

It was not that I didn't want to burden them with the truth of my power, or that I might be a divine being, but that I simply didn't trust them. I loved them and all, and I was sure I could trust them to help me out no matter the situation, just like how my mother and Aroura had kept it a secret that I did not need to go to the bathroom, or how my grandmother didn't say anything about my light element. However, the problem was that even after all of that, I couldn't trust them with any secret of mine, probably because of what happened on Earth.

When someone knows your secrets, they know your weaknesses, and that was the one thing I felt like I shouldn't give anyone, no matter who they were, no matter how much they cared for me in the moment.

Yes, some might say that I had almost sacralised my life to save Gen, but at that point I had many ways to survive, and that fight itself had given me the kick I needed to break past my human limits

Looking at my father for a second, I activated divine calculation and thought acceleration to think as fast as possible and analyse all the situations I could be put into. The best thing after that is to activate those two, which I will just call 'mental influx' to shorten the whole term, whenever he asks a question, to give me the most amount of time to think about all the ways I can answer, and which one would be the best answer.

"I can't feel anything" I said to my father with a confused look

"Really? Try again, Maybe you did it wrong." He replied

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"No, I'm pretty sure I did it right but I'll try anyway" I sighed while doing all the stances again without succeeding in straining any of my muscles.

"That's strange... Did Juilam talk about anything when you were with him? About the body refining technique that he has told you about? Their limits and strength?" He asked with slight worry

"Nah" I replied nonchalantly, which made my father raise one of his brows before narrowing his eyes.

Even though I had a lot of time to think about what to answer with, this in no way made me a good liar. Yes, I might have the right words and the right intention, but the way I delivered that intention would be strongly influenced by how good my body behaviour would be. Right now, my hands were fidgeting without me even realising, and I was consistently looking away from my father, which I only realised after he narrowed his eyes.

Even with my eyes back, I could still see him without looking at him, making it a lot easier to not make eye contact with someone.

"What are you not telling me?" He asked while I looked at the sky, before looking back at him with a now more genuine raised brow.

"What do you mean?" I asked aloofly

"Do your eyes have mana veins going to them? Maybe a bit of mana neurons?" my father asked

'Holy sh*t! They know what a neuron is?!' I thought while looking into my father's eyes, which made him twitch slightly

"I don't know what a neuron is but I can feel mana going to my eyes constantly without me needing to give it any mana manually" I shrugged

"Seems like that is the problem. We will need to find you a new way of strengthening your body other than the stand technique I showed you, but I'm sure you won't need to make your own one since you have Juilam's technique already... I guess that just leaves the weapon training huh..."

My father slowly walked to the middle of the front yard before pulling out a sword from his dimensional ring while signalling for me to take out my weapon too, which he had made when I was 5 years old, which for some reason, felt so long ago.

Taking my Light brigade that I had now turned into a staff, which surprised my father, I got into a stance that would be usually used when fighting with the staff. I would hold the staff front the middle allowing me to defend attacks from both sides, while being able to attack like a spear.

When training with Juilam, one thing I had learnt in the last 5 weeks if how to use each weapon more efficiently, and that was each weapon I already knew how to use. The staff had the largest gain in both efficiency and strength over time, which made me less than delighted to say the least, as I would rather if my sword skills grew that fast, but now that I knew that I was against my father, someone proficient with the sword, I finally found out how those staff skills may be valuable.

"I want you to attack me with everything you've go, but don't use any of your silent spells. I know that you are used to silently and signlessly casting spells even though you shouldn't be able to at this age, this training is for you to become more proficient with your weapon, not your mana and elemental control." My father said while also getting into a stance, however, more relaxed than I was.

Dashing forwards, I held the staff in front of me while attacking my father as if it was a spear. The only difference was that I started to spin the staff until a point where it spun so face it created a small air current around it.

Slamming into my father's sword, even though he was relaxed he was still surprised to see his sword being pushed back. He had watched my fights in the party, and even though one just counted as a torture fest, while the other was a battle of elements, he has still not imagine that i would be proficient with blades and weapons as much as I was with elements. Even though he was not wrong, I had not shown everything in the party, so he didn't know he was not wrong.

Swiftly using more strength to parry the spinning staff to the side, he realised this was a mistake, as the spinning staff used it's spinning momentum to climb on the blade itself, moving up and around the blade while moving directly towards my father's face.

Ducking under the spinning staff easily, he moved to the side to get out of the staffs reach. I could have simply just twisted the momentum and made it go towards my father once again, however, this movement would be too slow which made me choose to just jump back instead of taking the proactive role.

Jumping back, I saw my father take advantage of my defensive stance and automatically attack me with a few slashes that I either avoided or blocked. Every time I blocked I felt like a wave of vibrations went through my body from the staff, making me almost lose balance multiple times.

"Your leaving too many openings! Make your movements more precise while making sure to not let the vibrations affect you, even if this means delaying your attack" My father advised

Spinning the staff around my fingers, I moved slight up and hit my father with a crescent moon like swing, that left a silver blur behind due to the speed, but then, I increased the weight of the staff and swung down with all my might and power against the unsuspecting sword.

However, what proceeded just shocked me more, as after just having his sword decent slightly from the 500kg hit, the sword moved to the side and while somehow parrying the staff up, leaving me wide open as long as I held the weapon. However, losing the weapon meant defeat, forcing me to change that staff into two daggers for each hand.

Charging forward with both daggers in each hand, I blurred in front of my father, while stabbing forward with my left hand. Seeing my speed momentarily increase, my father simply back stepped and parried the attack, but what came next was nothing he had expected. Using the force from the parry, to spin my hip while lunging forward, I sliced towards the leather armour guard my father wore above his vest with higher speeds than usual.

Shattering my expectations of a hit, a sword flickered in front of the blade out of no where while a kick landed straight on my stomach pushing me back a few meters and forcing me to the ground.

"You were too focused on making the attack work that you completely ignored your surroundings. You would have been able to black against my kick and would have seen my sword, no matter how fast, coming towards your dagger. You could have redirected your dagger, as if my sword hit your dagger, it was likely to send you off balance, and repeating the same momentum spin you did at first would not work again." My father advised as I got up as if I hadn't just been kicked in the gut.

"Another round?" I asked

"Of course, you think I'm going to let you off with a single kick?" My father chuckled

'This is going to be fun' I mused to myself.