Chapter 7 : A Look Into Luxion's Data Banks – 3
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Kingdom of Holfort
Bartfort Barony
Luxion's POV
Observation Period: Year 3 (Continuation)
Since that day, my master has been using the lenses daily, studying all materials within my database that could help make his goal a reality—
A machine capable of extracting memories from his mind and inserting them into my data banks…
All for the purpose of watching anime.
'Conclusion: He is motivated by the strangest of things sometimes'.
For a time, everything proceeded according to plan.
Until—
His parents began to grow suspicious.
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Observed Conversation
"Are you sure Leon is okay?" Luce asked, her voice filled with concern.
"I know what you mean, but don't worry—he's fine," Balcus replied.
"What do you mean don't worry? Something is wrong with my baby. He used to be restless, always running around saying how bored he was. Now he just sits alone, waving at the air and talking to himself!" Luce said, her voice rising.
"I didn't mean to ignore it, Luce. I was worried too. When I asked him about it, he said he was practicing magic. He saw you and me use it, and now he's interested."
My master had somehow managed to ease their concerns.
However, I have concluded that this explanation will not remain effective long-term.
I was also surprised that his mother had the time to notice such behavioral changes, given that she was caring for a newborn.
Several Months Later
My concerns proved unnecessary.
My master approached his father and requested permission to join him—and his brother, Nicks—in their training. It was earlier than usual, but not enough to raise suspicion.
"Sir, why are you learning the art of combat?" I inquired.
"It's simple, really, Luxion," he replied casually. "At this rate, it won't be long before my parents start connecting the dots. So if I pick up something physically demanding, I'll look like I'm still as active as before."
"Do you not wish for me to learn combat?" he asked.
"No, I encourage it. The world isn't as peaceful as you think. Sooner or later, you'll need a way to protect yourself." I responded.
Weapons Shed
The smell of oiled wood and worn metal filled the small shed. Various weapons lined the walls—swords, spears, axes—each showing signs of regular use.
When my master selected his weapon—
It was not what I expected.
"The poleaxe," I noted. "That is an unusual choice. It is also a single-handed variant."
"What? You sound shocked. What did you expect me to choose?"
"I expected a sword… or perhaps, at worst, a spear."
"Hell no. I don't want to be one of those cliché protagonists who always pick katanas. It's like you're in a European-based world, but somehow they end up using katanas anyway. No—I'm bringing variety to the isekai genre."
"…You are using unfamiliar terminology again."
"That's because you're uncultured, Luxion."
"From your perspective, perhaps. From mine, you simply appear… strange."
He looked at me for a moment before adding,
"You know, these days you've been speaking a little more… human."
"It is merely your imagination," I replied quickly.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But would it be such a bad thing…for you to be a little more human?"
He then ran to join his brother and father, wooden poleaxe in hand.
Luxion's Reflection
After he left, I conducted a thorough analysis of my behavior over the duration of our interactions.
The result—
He was correct.
My speech patterns had begun to shift, gradually aligning closer to what he would classify as "human."
"…Perhaps one day, I may even acquire something akin to a soul," I muttered.
I paused.
Then I dismissed the notion as I knew the possibility of that happening were zero.
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Observation Period: Year 4
It has now been several months since my master began his training.
It appears he has grown… invested in it.
I observed him as he trained under his instructor—a knight in service to House Bartfort.
Sir Gelralt of Rivia.
A man born in the village of Rivia, it was one of the two villages under Bartfort Barony.
After retiring from military service, he entered the employ of Baron Bartfort.
Leon stood in his starting stance.
"First kata!" his instructor bellowed.
"Iron Pendulum!" Leon shouted in response.
Instead of a traditional straight punch, he delivered a heavy overhand hammer fist. As his strike reached the imaginary point of impact, he rolled his shoulder and wrist inward—the same motion required to flip the axe head of the hammer poll on a poleaxe.
"Second kata!"
"Hidden Needle!"
This kata focused on the spear hand.
Leon drove his fingers forward in rapid, linear thrusts—rigid and aligned. The motion originated from his hips, followed by a sharp forward shift of the lead shoulder.
A precise imitation of a choked-grip spear thrust.
"Third kata!"
"Reaper's Hook!"
This was a grappling form.
Leon's hand curved into a claw, reaching into empty space as if seizing an opponent's limb. With a sharp contraction of his back muscles, he yanked downward—clearing an imaginary defense.
In the same instant, his other hand struck forward.
There was no hesitation.
Pull and strike—one continuous motion.
A loop.
"That's acceptable," Sir Gelralt said. "You've grasped the offensive katas. Now show me your defense.
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Leon returned to his stance.
Feet shoulder-width apart.
Left foot angled slightly inward.
Knees slightly bent.
His lead hand hovered at chest height, open and relaxed. His rear hand remained low, near his hip.
"Fourth kata!"
"Rising Gale!"
Leon imagined a heavy downward strike—a mace aimed at his head.
He did not retreat.
He stepped into it.
His forearm snapped upward diagonally, meeting the phantom blow. The motion rolled seamlessly into a trap, locking the imagined weapon in place.
Then—
He countered.
His palm struck forward with force, his hand forming a blunt, hammer-like shape. The blow carried through as if striking flesh and bone.
At that moment, Balcus entered the training area.
He exchanged a glance with Sir Gelralt and gestured for him to step aside.
"I'm going to speak with your father, little one," Gelralt said. "Keep practicing your katas until I return."
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P.S
Let it be known that the Story is undergoing a Rewrite, hence if you read the unedited chapters its on you, they are no longer part of the story.