"Today's the day, Rey! We're going to start your training!"

Rey rubbed the sleep from his eyes, a huge grin spreading across his face.

"Yeah! I'm going to be the Celestial King!"

Luck chuckled and ruffled Rey's hair.

"That's the spirit, son! Let's get started."

As they walked to the training grounds, Luck explained,

"Today, we're focusing on basic combat. We'll begin with hand-to-hand techniques and eventually move on to swords and other weapons."

Rey nodded eagerly, his eyes gleaming.

"I'm ready, Dad! But before we start... what's the class of your Veil Core?"

Luck raised an eyebrow, impressed.

"So you've been studying the world already, huh? My Veil Core is at the Voidwalker stage. Cool, right?"

Rey grinned.

"Yeah, right."

Training began with intensity. Luck pushed Rey to his limits, correcting his stance, testing his reflexes, and throwing challenges at every turn. Despite the grueling pace, Rey proved to be a fast learner, managing to land blows and dodge attacks with increasing skill.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Luck called out,

"That's it for today! You did great for your first session."

Rey dropped to the ground, panting and grinning.

"Thanks, Dad! Can we do it again tomorrow?"

Luck laughed, tousling Rey's sweaty hair.

"We'll see. But first, let's head home and rest up."

When they arrived home, Mira greeted them with a warm smile.

"How was Rey's first day of training?"

Luck nodded proudly.

"He's a natural. Picked up the basics quicker than I expected."

Mira's eyes sparkled.

"That's our Rey! He's always been sharp."

During dinner, Rey looked up at his parents with an earnest gaze.

"Mom, Dad... I promise to become the Celestial King. I'll protect everyone. I'll protect you both."

Luck and Mira exchanged a quiet look, pride glowing in their eyes.

"We believe in you, Rey," Luck said. "And we'll always be here, guiding you."

They shared a warm smile, their bond growing stronger with every word. But fate had already begun to stir.

As days became weeks and weeks became months, Rey's training grew more intense. Luck taught him advanced combat forms, situational awareness, and tactical thinking. Rey's progress was extraordinary. He could now hold his own against Luck in a sparring match.

Mira watched every session with quiet awe. Despite Luck's visions of Rey's uncertain future, she believed Rey's path would be one of greatness—not ruin.

One evening, as they sat down for dinner, Luck set down his spoon and looked at Rey.

"Rey, I think it's time to take your training to the next level."

Rey's eyes lit up.

"What do you mean?"

"I've arranged for you to train under someone... a legendary warrior named Oren. One of the strongest fighters in the land."

Mira's fork paused halfway to her mouth.

"Oren? Isn't he the one who—"

Luck nodded.

"Yes. The same Oren. But don't worry. Rey's ready."

Rey straightened in his seat, resolve etched into his young face.

"I won't let you down. I'll train harder than ever."

Luck smiled with pride.

"I know you will."

And so, Rey's path shifted once again, steering toward destiny. Ahead of him lay challenges, revelations, and battles that would define not just his future—but the fate of the entire world.