Chapitre 11: The Mightiest Ant
Theos trained relentlessly over that final week in the forest, pushing his body and mind to their limits. Every muscle ached as he repeated each movement, each swing of the blade Roseville had given him, over and over again. The weapon was more than metal; it held her spirit, a warm energy that seemed to flow through his veins as he moved. In moments of stillness, he'd pause, feeling her presence as if she were standing beside him. The glow of the blade was like a heartbeat in his hands, steadying him, grounding him.
Every strike brought him closer to shedding the helplessness he'd once felt, closer to the strength he needed to keep his promise to her. The forest around him felt alive with energy, the same energy he knew Roseville had loved—this forest had been their home, their haven, and he wasn't sure he was ready to leave it behind.
On the morning of the seventh day, just as dawn began to break, the old man whose name I learned was Token arrived in the clearing. Theos was waiting, his few belongings carefully packed, Roseville's blade strapped securely to his back. Token sharp eyes softened a little as he took in the young man's serious expression and quiet resolve.
"Ready?" the old man asked, his voice a gruff murmur.
Theos nodded, glancing back once more at the forest, taking in the sight of the sun filtering through the trees, illuminating patches of mossy ground and misty streams. This place held so many memories, pieces of his life with Roseville, yet he knew he couldn't stay. He turned away, steeling himself, and followed Token toward a small, sturdy carriage waiting on the forest's edge.
The journey to the academy would take three days, most of it spent in the isolated, winding mountain paths. Theos settled into his seat across from Token as the carriage began to move, the gentle jostling lulling him into a reflective silence.
Token watched him, studying the young man he'd agreed to mentor. "This academy," he began, his voice steady, "it won't be easy. There are rules, expectations, and… challenges." He paused, giving Theos a chance to absorb his words. "You'll need to control the power within you, and," he added, casting a meaningful glance at the blade on Theos's back, "face the shadows that come with it."
Theos met Token's gaze with determination. "I know," he replied, his voice quiet but unwavering. "That's why I agreed to come with you. I need to learn control—to break free from the power that's trying to take over."
Theos found himself slowly easing into the rhythm of the journey. He had spent so long in solitude that the clattering of the carriage wheels, the earthy scent of the forest, and even Token's gruff company felt oddly comforting. As they left the familiar woods behind, the scenery transformed into rolling hills and open plains, vast and unfamiliar. The expanse of it all, under the open sky, filled him with a cautious excitement, something he hadn't felt in years.
Though Token was a man of few words, he occasionally broke the silence with stories of the academy and the lands they traveled through. He spoke of mountain fortresses and hidden valleys, places of ancient magic, and legendary battles. Theos listened intently, taking in every detail, his mind alive with new possibilities. It was as if the world he'd known, so limited and darkened by sorrow, was finally beginning to expand.
At night, they would stop to rest near streams or groves where the firelight danced off the leaves, casting flickering shadows around them. Token would occasionally point out constellations, explaining their significance and how they'd guided travelers for centuries. Theos found himself strangely at peace under the stars, the quiet companionship of his mentor, and the shared warmth of the fire. For the first time in a long time, he felt the possibility of hope, like a quiet ember nestled inside him.
On the morning of the third day, Theos woke to find the landscape bathed in a gentle dawn light, the first rays of sun casting a golden hue over the fields and glistening on the dewdrops that adorned the grass. He took a deep breath, feeling lighter than he had in ages, savoring the quiet beauty of the moment.
But just as they resumed their journey, moving deeper into the unfamiliar territory, a new tension crept into the air. Token's gaze sharpened, and his hand drifted almost instinctively toward his weapon. Theos's senses, honed by his recent training, caught the faint rustling in the underbrush—a hint of movement, too coordinated to be mere animals.
Before they could react, a band of figures burst from the treeline, their faces hardened and eyes gleaming with greed. Theos's pulse quickened, a blend of excitement and readiness rising within him.
"Well, look what we've got here," the leader of the bandits sneered, his scarred face twisting into an ugly grin. "Travelers with more than they can defend."
Token stepped out of the carriage first, his stance calm but commanding. He glanced back at Theos, who was already reaching for Roseville's blade. Token held up a hand, his voice firm. "Stay back, at least for a moment. Watch, learn."
Theos hesitated but nodded, observing as. Token moved with a quiet confidence, sidestepping attacks, disarming assailants, each motion so precise that it was almost effortless. The old man fought as if he was one with the earth beneath him, drawing energy from every step and swing.
But as more bandits pressed in, Theos could see the edges of Token's defenses starting to fray. With a glance and a nod, Mr. Token finally signaled him in.
Theos leaped from the carriage, Roseville's blade gleaming in his hand, feeling an unbridled energy flowing through him. As he moved, he felt the blade's balance and the lingering presence of Roseville guiding his every strike, each arc of his sword creating ribbons of light through the morning air. The bandits fell back, unprepared for the sheer intensity of his strikes. With every swing, every step, Theos felt the thrill of his training come alive, his strength tempered by the discipline Token had instilled in him over the journey.
When the last of the bandits turned to flee, defeated and scattered, Theos stood in the quiet aftermath, his breathing steady as he took in the scene. The sun was now fully risen, casting a warm glow over the clearing, and he felt something new—a sense of confidence, of belonging.
Token approached him, his eyes carrying a glint of approval. "Not bad, lad. You held your ground well."
Theos nodded, feeling a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The academy, the journey, this new bond with his mentor—it was all unexpected, yet here he was, on a path he'd never imagined. And as they resumed their journey, Theos found himself enjoying the sights, the road stretching before them, and the growing realization that his life was finally moving toward something worth fighting for.
As the carriage pulled up to the academy's towering gates, Token eased the horses to a gentle halt. He climbed down and stretched, casting Theos a warm, satisfied smile as he surveyed the sprawling campus beyond. The academy grounds were alive with students bustling around, their voices mingling in a blend of laughter, chatter, and the occasional burst of magical energy. To Theos, it was a completely new world, one he could only watch in silent wonder as he took it all in.
"Come, take a moment with me," Token said, guiding him toward a small garden area just outside the gate where a bench sat nestled beneath an old oak tree. Theos followed, his gaze still lingering on the academy, and they both settled into the quiet shade.
They sat in silence for a moment, watching as students moved with purpose, their robes sweeping over the stone paths, their faces lit with excitement and focus. Theos could see some were close in age to himself, others much younger. The sight filled him with a strange mix of curiosity and a hint of apprehension, wondering if he could ever belong in a place like this.
Token, noticing the look in Theos's eyes, leaned back and cleared his throat, drawing Theos's attention back. "Before you step through those gates," Token began, his voice taking on a reflective tone, "I want to tell you a little story about a student, one I think you might find useful."
Theos raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Token always seemed to have a story, but something about the way he spoke this time felt different, like there was a deeper lesson hidden within it.
At the academy, there's a legend about one student who had begun to take shape around the academy known as "The Ant Who Tamed Wolves." It was a name that sounded almost absurd—a weak, unremarkable student named for an insect and feared beasts. Yet, despite his humble appearance and limited magic, this student had a remarkable talent for defeating opponents who were far stronger and more skilled than he was.
The Ant Who Tamed Wolves had no powerful spells, no impressive weapons, and no renowned family backing him. In fact, he appeared entirely ordinary. Yet, in every duel, he somehow found a way to outmaneuver his opponents. He'd analyze their moves, observe their strengths, and adapt in ways that few could predict, turning their power against them. Each time, his challengers—the "wolves"—found themselves outwitted by someone they'd dismissed as weaker.
As stories of his victories spread, his nickname gained respect. What once seemed a mocking title became a symbol of resilience and strategy. To students who struggled with their own limits, "The Ant Who Tamed Wolves" became an emblem of determination, proving that even the smallest could topple the strongest if they used their mind and spirit to their fullest. In the halls and training grounds of the academy, his name inspired a new kind of ambition—one not rooted in raw power, but in the cunning and courage to face even the fiercest wolves.
While still wondering who this "ant"Toke quickly said, "Take some time to look around, see what this place is all about. I'll come back in a bit to give you your schedule."
Theos gave a grateful nod and turned toward the towering stone entrance. He wandered through the grand corridors, taking in the high ceilings, enchanted torches that lit up the hallways, and the low hum of magic that seemed to pulse through the very walls.
He lost himself in exploring, every turn revealing something new and strange—books floating from shelf to shelf in the library, statues that seemed to move ever so slightly when he wasn't looking.
Just as he rounded a corner, Theos bumped into someone unexpectedly. Stumbling back, he looked up to find a slight, unassuming boy with messy brown hair, a lopsided grin, and clothes that seemed a size too big.
"Whoa, sorry about that!" the boy laughed, scratching his head. "Didn't see you there! Guess I was too busy… uh, pondering my next strategy."
Theos raised an eyebrow. "Your next strategy?"
"Yeah!" The boy nodded, grinning wider. "I'm Megi. They say strategy is everything in this place, you know."
Theos tried not to chuckle at the boy's energy. Megi looked anything but intimidating compared to the serious students he'd seen so far. If anything, Megi looked like he might need help carrying his own books.
"You're new too?" Megi asked, tilting his head.
"Yeah, just got here today," Theos replied.
"Oh, well, let me give you some advice," Megi said, crossing his arms in a faux-sage manner. "Everyone's out for themselves here, so you have to be prepared. Sometimes, you have to think small to go big, you know what I mean?"
Theos laughed a little, playing along. "Think small, huh? Like ants?"
Megi's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he laughed. "Exactly like ants! Small but mighty! You'd be surprised what a little guy like me can do."
"Well, good luck with that." Theos shrugged, smiling. "I'm sure you'll climb your way up the ranks."
"Who says I haven't already?" Megi replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Just then, a few students passed by, whispering as they glanced at them.
"Isn't that Megi? The Ant Who Tamed Wolves?"
"Yeah, can you believe it? I heard he took down three third-years in the dueling circle yesterday."
Theos blinked, turning back to Megi with wide eyes. "Wait… you're the Ant Who Tamed Wolves?"
Megi only grinned, shrugging. "Surprised? I guess I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."
"Clearly," Theos replied, shaking his head in amazement. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Good," Megi said, still grinning. "Because next time, I'll be watching your back."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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