A droplet of water fell from the skies, as it was carried up and then, let down by its very own self, the droplet of water splashes sadly against the roof of a wooden house, however, the droplet of water found itself remaining inside the wooden roof, it was slowly, but surely, making its way through the wooden roof. It was a hard struggle, it was at some parts tight, some parts appeared to be stuck, some parts were wide, the water carried on, and fell through the roof. No little droplet, don't go. However, it was part of its destiny, the gravity of the situation didn't allow for it. It splashed against the floor, as it finally found its end, falling from the roof, it saw its many counterparts comming along with him.

"Hey, the roof is leaking" Benedict commented.

"Yes, young master, we will attend to it shortly" a valkyrie responded to Benedict, as he found his entire body sore and aching.

It had been 3 days since they arrived here.

In thoese 3 days, each of them were brought to a seperate location, for them to train in what they specialize in the most. Somehow, his grandfather could instantly tell of their weaknesses, their strengths, and how to improve them. He was under his grandfather's care, for his only condition was to graze him in the slightest bit. It seemed to be really easy at first, with his ability to teleport behind an enemy. However, he found that to be nothing but a plaything against his what seemed to be almighty grandfather. The forcefield around his grandfather could not be compared even the slightest, against his sister. His little sister would easily be crushed by a telekensis ability of this level.

For the first day, all he could do was to attempt to avoid being hit. That ended up with him being sent to have all the broken bones in his body healed. On the second day, he attacked relentlessly, only to have him sent to have all the broken bones in his body healed. Today, he attempted to attack while distracting his grandfather with his own telekenesis ability, only to have been sent to get all the broken bones in his healed. After that, he was forced under the care of what seemed to be a nearly spartan level valkyrie, that forced him to run around the town with a bolder tied behind his back. His back broke, but a healer with near god-like skills healed it back instantly as he ran. All in all, he was exhausted. Being able to point out the leaky roof in his room is probably the greatest feat he has managed to do from the first time he came back from training.

It seemed like a harmless training at first, with his grandfather smiling and assuring that this would make him stronger. Who knew what the others were experiencing right now?

"Hey, so the scout taught me a few tricks, she was amazing I mean after that, I think I can find out almost all the traps in the dungeon from its entrance."

"My hammer mastery increased!"

"So I'm supposed to use a sickle as a weapon..."

Voices belonging to the others entered his room, as their cheerful voices brought a damp onto his emotions.

"Damn, am I the only one who's unable to keep up?" he felt greatly dissapointed in himself. Benedict sighed once more, as he turned in his bed.

"This is no time to be sulking" he picked himself up.

"how do I get stronger?" he wondered himself. He seemed to be born with nearly extraordinary abilities, but he knew that it wasn't anything a normal man can't obtain. He was supposed to be stronger, to be better than this.

"What should I do? What CAN I do?" he thought to himself.

Taking out a sword, he began swinging it in the room. He imagined himself sparing against his own movements. He manupilated lightning. Striking against his own imaginary self, only to find himself be equally matched. He knew he needed to be better than this. Generating electricity in his body, he directed it into his arms. More specifically, the muscles. It spazzamed in pain, but he found himself able to utilize it better and faster for just but a brief moment.

"Ah"

He came to a realization. If he managed to get the feeling of the intitial shock constantly at that output, he can move faster. It came as a stroke of genius. A small scream emerged from his mouth, as he constantly shocks himself. Biting down against his own lips to shut himself up, Benedict continued doing it the whole night.

Morning came, as Benedict finally defeated his imaginary self. He hobbled downstairs to get his breakfast, with his mind tired from the previous night. It was fine. At least that was what he told himself.

Benedict pulled his tired and tattered body towards the training grounds, where his grandfather awaited with open arms.

"As usual"

"If you please"

Benedict shot out flames, setting the grass around on fire. He was attempting to blind his grandfather's vision for but just a second.

"Not this again" the grandfather yawned, as he blew away the smoke and everything in a 360 degrees radius.

Benedict teleported over the invisible force instinctively, and ran towards his grandfather, who stood there with both arms tucked into each other.

Lightening his body with qing gong, Benedict rushed forward, stabbing into the forcefield straight on, but that was merely a trick, he pushed himself on with telekenesis, and was pushed up in the air. It was an air attack. He could sense the pisonic energy rushing at him.

Teleporting back down, next to his grandfather, he supercharged his neck, and avoided the incomming kick. Next, his arm swung with the blade, and it was instantly blown away.

"Not bad" he was complimented.

A small cut formed on the leg of his grandfather. A tiny drop of blood seeped out.

"You passed the first stage" his grandfather smiled at him. It was wierd. It was a training where he was never taught anything.

"You don't need need to be taught" his grandfather seemed to reply to his thoughts.

"No way, can you read my mind?!" Benedict was shocked.

"No, I can't" the grandfather replied again.

Benedict's trust level of his grandfather went to 0.

Mitsuha wondered about what her brothers were doing. Her oldest brother was probably training against some great foe somewhere. That was without a doubt. Her second brother was probably eating a potato somewhere, and doing something amazing. She had heard from Issabell of how he rescued her from her forced marraige, how he saved Risha from the slave market. It was amazing how such an ordinary looking person would do such great feats. She respects both her brothers. They were strong. She had to respect that.

She also wanted to be strong. However, she found herself reading books upon books about myths and legends written by unknown authors. She had climbed a mountain to meet an affamed magician only to be made to read books.

The master didn't appear to be anyone special.

She just looked at them, asked each of them to read a specific book.

Putting down "solomon's 72 demons", Mitsuha walked around, bored.

"Child, are you done?" a women's silohuette appeared by the door. It was a beautiful women, she was vupulous, her body figure was one that brought envy to even Mitsuha, along with that near perfect face.

Adjustments have been made before, definetly. If not, that face was simply just cheating.

"yeah" Mitsuha replied.

"Oh well what would you do if I told you that whatever I made you do was useless?" the women asked gently. However, her words popped a vein on Mitsuha's head.

"That's fine, it was an intresting read" she gritted her teeth as she replied.

"Well... it was useless~~" the master magician told her with a light laugh.

"Hahaha"

"Hahahahahaa..."

The roof was torn apart, as Mitsuha chased after the women who ran.

"Calm down my dear! It was just a prank!" the woman laughed as she ran from the rampaging Mitsuha.

Mitsuha shot her telekenesis forward, the women turned at that moment.

A strange symbol flashed for a brief moment, as Mitsuha blocked her own force.

"Now then, if you had read the books, this will be the first spell" the women gently laughed. The power to return an incoming force.

"It wasn't just a fairytale?" Mitsuha asked, bewildered.

"How do you think there's so many pages on them?" the women replied, as she dissapeared once more. Risha and Issabell popped out from the surroundings.

"Mitsuha, are you alright?"

"Yeah, the books might be a chore to read but...its fine, I'm almost halfway through"

"Ah" Mitsuha replied to them.

"Anyone of you still have the book on the 13th Dragon King?" Mitsuha asked politely.

"WOAAHHHH" the crowd cheered on in a small village, as Dominic pulled up the blade that was said to grant wishes to the person who pulled it out.

The entire earth crumbled below, as the sword was revealed with the stones.

Wiping off the rocks like dust, Dominic held the sword in his hands.

"Congratulations chosen one, I am a fairy of the divine blade. Long ago...."

"I want the nicest food in existence"

"the battle between order and chaos created a third entity....."

"Food. Now."

"For which without him, the Emergent order, the Organized chaos, there will come a time where the universe will collapse, if you succeed in reviving the fallen, your wish shall be granted."

"So no food?" Dominic asked once more.

"Yes, your wish shall be granted once you obtain all 387 divine swords and revive him inbetween the ultimate temples of order and chaos" the fairy answered. It was a human sized girl, with red hair, a flat chest, and a small figure.

"Anyone wants a sword?" Dominic offered.

"I'll trade for your best meal in the town"