Mizuki do not answer ks question and
Mizuki stood up and looked at Ks.
"Training isn't over yet."
Ks didn't argue this time. He pushed himself up, ignoring the pain still lingering in his body.
"Yeah… I know."
They returned to the battlefield.
Days passed.
Morning to evening—
Ks kept moving.
Dodging Mizuki's attacks.
Falling… then forcing himself back up.
Again.
And again.
Water spheres formed behind him—unstable at first.
But slowly…
They lasted longer.
His breathing became steadier.
His movements—sharper.
More controlled.
He wasn't just reacting anymore.
He was understanding.
Inside his mind—
Dragoon guide him on every and each step .
Dragoon always advise ks don't force your power you have to flow the powet
this time—
He understood exactly what that meant.
Every training
Mizuki launched attacks
Fast.
Precise.
Deadly.
Ks moved—
Not perfectly.
But enough.
He dodged.
Clean.
For the first time without struggle.
Mizuki noticed.
A faint smile crossed her face.
"Looks like… you're ready."
From a distance—
Tejas stood silently, watching everything unfold.
Beside him, Dronzar's flames flickered in the wind.
"He's changed," the beast said.
Tejas smirked slightly.
"…Good."
His eyes locked onto Ks.
"This time… don't disappoint me."
The day had finally come.
The battlefield waited.
And so did the rematch.
Rematch day
The day had finally come.
The rematch.
But before the battle—
There was silence.
A memory.
The sound of shouting filled the house.
A glass shattered.
Tejas stood quietly in the hallway… watching.
His parents were arguing again.
"You're useless!" his father shouted.
His mother let out a bitter laugh. "Oh really? And what are you?"
Their voices grew louder.
Sharper.
Each word cutting deeper than the last.
"You ruined everything!"
"You were never there!"
Tejas clenched his fists.
But he said nothing.
The house felt suffocating.
Like it was collapsing from the inside.
Another crash.
For a second—silence.
Then the shouting returned.
Even louder.
Tejas slowly lowered his head.
His eyes burned—
Not just with anger.
But helplessness.
Things only got worse.
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks into months.
Until one day—
They decided to separate.
Divorce.
Tejas stayed with his mother.
At first… he believed things would get better.
But they didn't.
One day, she brought him to his grandparents' house.
She smiled faintly.
"Honey, I'll come pick you up later."
Tejas nodded.
He believed her.
He waited.
Days passed.
Then weeks.
She never came.
Still—
A small part of him held on.
Maybe she'll come tomorrow…
Until one day—
He saw her.
Outside.
Near a gambling shop.
Tejas followed her quietly.
Inside, the air smelled of smoke and noise.
She sat at a table—
Playing cards.
Laughing.
Smoking.
Like nothing ever mattered.
Tejas gathered his courage and stepped forward.
"…Mom?"
She turned.
Looked at him.
But there was no warmth in her eyes.
"Why didn't you come to pick me?" he asked softly.
For a moment—
Nothing.
Then she spoke.
Cold.
Emotionless.
"You were just trash."
"Useless to me."
Something inside him broke.
Completely.
Tejas woke up suddenly.
His breathing was heavy.
His body drenched in sweat.
His heart raced like it would burst out of his chest.
The room was silent.
Dark.
Dronzar's voice echoed calmly beside him.
"Another nightmare?"
Tejas didn't reply.
He sat there for a moment… staring into nothing.
Why… do I keep seeing this…?
He clenched his jaw.
Then stood up and walked toward the sink.
Cold water splashed against his face.
But it didn't wash anything away.
Some scars…
Don't fade.