The air in the garden grew heavy, charged with a tension that far exceeded a simple practice session.

Harry raised his heavy training sword, and the difference in scale was almost comical. It was a battering ram versus a needle.

Harry stepped back, his expression shifting from bewildered guardian to a man acknowledging a challenge. 

"One hit. But since I am a knight and you are... well, you, I shall take a handicap." 

He tucked his left hand firmly behind his back, gripping his wooden sword with only his right. It was a staggering show of confidence, yet it didn't feel like an insult—it was a safety measure for my small frame.

Well, Even his use of single hand doesn't increase my chances.

Alright

I didn't wait. I initiated the first strike. 

I lunged forward, not with a simple swing, but with a feinted vertical slash that I converted into a low horizontal draw-cut mid-motion. 

I used the Centripetal Force of my rotation to add velocity to the small wooden blade.

Harry’s eyes flared with surprise as he parried with a casual flick of his wrist.

 

"Good speed! But you’re leaning too far into the vector. If I move, you fall!"

He stepped aside, and as I stumbled slightly, he swung a heavy, horizontal counter-strike meant to stop an inch from my ribs.

"Don't just watch it!" Harry barked. "Angulation! Use the flat of your blade to catch the momentum, not the edge!"

I gritted my teeth. I didn't try to stop his attack. I slanted my blade, meeting his strike at a sharp diagonal. I visualized the Normal Force acting as a slide.

CLACK. 

The heavy wood slid over my head, the vibration nearly numbing my fingers, but I stayed on my feet. I had successfully executed my first real-world parry.

"Better!" Harry roared. He didn't give me time to celebrate. 

He began a relentless, one-handed assault—not to hurt me, but to force my mind to keep up with the physics of the blade. For three minutes, I was a ghost, parrying, sliding, and redirecting. 

My lungs were on fire, and the sweat was stinging my eyes.

Finally, I saw it—a gap in his footwork as he transitioned between guards. I lunged, putting every ounce of my Linear Momentum into a thrust. 

But Harry was a veteran for a reason. He didn't parry; he simply leaned back, letting my point graze his chest plate, and used his free hand to catch the hilt of my sword.

With a gentle but firm tug, he pulled me off balance. My small feet slipped on the grass, and I tumbled onto my backside.

"The session is over," Harry panted, his forehead glistening with sweat.

I sat in the dirt, gasping for air, my chest heaving. I had lost. But as I looked up, I saw Harry looking at his wooden sword with a trembling hand.

My mother was standing now, her tea forgotten.

"You lost the spar, Highness," Harry said, his voice thick with a respect.

"I didn't think I would actually break a sweat in a fight with a kid," Harry said, wiping his forehead with the back of his gauntlet.

He looked at the grass, which was torn up from our footwork, and then back at me with a look that was half-respect, half-disbelief.

"That was truly impressive, Your Highness," he added, his voice regaining its steady, soldierly rhythm.

"Thank you, Captain. It was a good spar. I learned a great deal," I replied.

"Likewise, Your Highness"

"Then, Lets do it again some time." I suggested

"Haha" He gave a dry laugh and said in a dry tone "To be honest, I'd rather not"

*****

I might not be a knight but I know enough to know how impressive the scene, before my eyes are.

So much so that it does not make any sense. 

From the magic demonstration that Ty gave yesterday, It is almost confirmed that he has the [GENIUS OF MAGIC] Trait.

a six-year-old child holding his own against a Knight Captain? Even with handicaps and no Zes Usage, that shouldn't be physically possible.

One would need to have those two traits. Only then will a kid be able to accomplish this.

[WEAPON MASTER] and [GENIUS OF MARTIAL ARTS]

But a person having two of these three skills can be acceptable but all three ?

History tells us that the more rare traits a person possesses, the greater their destiny becomes. They are the ones who reshape empires.

But there is a hidden cost. Greatness is a lighthouse in a storm; it draws every 'mess' and every 'trouble' toward itself. 

A person like that is never allowed to live a quiet life.

I stared at my son as he stood there, small and dirt-streaked, talking casually with captain harry.

If my son is destined to be the center of the storm, then I cannot hide him from the wind.

"Your Majesty" My chain of thought snapped like a dry twig as Captain Harry appeared before me, his armor clinking as he stood at attention. 

He looked tired—a rare sight for the man tasked with the Arbutus Palace’s defense.

"there is nothing more left for me to teach his highness, from the basics" He Reported, with traces of Disbelief "The level of skill, His highness has shown today, Is something, even beginners, Who has trained for months can achieve"

"Then I shall Take my leave, Your Majesty" he said, offering a final, lingering look at Tyler before bowing deeply.

"Thank you For Today, Captain Harry" I said with genuine Gratitude.

He gave his final bow and went back to Garrison.

And I see Tyler Approaching Me.

****

I approached my mother after Captain Harry finished his Conversation.

"Mother" I called her.

"It was Impressive, Ty!" She said with Enthusiasm and Then Asked "So, Are You For the Dinner, Tonight ?"

"Of course, I am Ready!" I said with confidence.