Five minutes. Nothing. Only the wind rustling the leaves, the distant sound of birds singing.
Ten minutes. A ladybug landed on his knee, its tiny red wings with black spots gleaming beneath the sun. It slowly walked a few centimeters before opening its wings and flying away, as if it had merely stopped to rest.
Twenty minutes. A small blue butterfly landed on his hand, its wings pulsing gently. Then another, followed by a third. They seemed to dance around his fingers.
Thirty minutes. Tiny ants began crossing over his boot, their orderly lines marching across the leather as if it were just another object in the landscape. None of them seemed frightened, none altered their path.
Forty minutes. Beetles emerged from the vegetation, their shells shining beneath the light. One of them slowly climbed up his sleeve, reached his shoulder, and remained perfectly still there, as if it had found the perfect observation point.
Lukas barely dared to breathe. His heart pounded rapidly, every beat echoing in his ears. He did not want to frighten them, did not want to interrupt that magical moment.
One hour. Then...
The magic truly happened.
Tiny insects began appearing from nearly every direction, as if an invisible command had been given.
Beetles of various sizes walked across his clothes, their tiny legs moving over the fabric. Small centipedes carefully crossed the nearby stones before climbing onto his boot, their segmented bodies flowing with graceful movements. Bees briefly landed on his sleeves before returning to the flowers, their wings humming softly. Ladybugs painted his tunic with tiny red, orange, and yellow dots.
Several small spiders slowly approached, their delicate legs touching the grass. None of them showed the slightest aggression. They simply... seemed curious. As though they were investigating a new addition to their world.
Shortly afterward, a small yellow scorpion emerged from among the dry leaves, its glossy body gleaming beneath the sun. Lukas remained completely motionless, his breathing controlled.
The creature slowly approached, its body moving with graceful fluidity. It stopped before his hand, moved its tiny pincers, its sensory organs twitching. Then it simply walked past his fingers, continuing on its way as though Lukas were nothing more than another stone in the forest.
He could hardly believe it.
A few minutes later, something cold touched his skin. Slowly, he shifted only his eyes, his heart racing.
A small green snake was calmly slithering up his arm, its body slender and elegant. Its scales gleamed like emeralds beneath the sunlight, each one perfectly aligned. It gently slid between his fingers before lazily coiling itself around his hand, as though seeking warmth.
Its forked tongue flicked in and out repeatedly, sampling the air and gathering scents.
Lukas remained absolutely still, holding his breath. His heart felt ready to burst, yet he did not move. Never... he had never imagined experiencing something like this.
Shortly afterward, two small birds descended from the nearby branches, their wings beating softly. They landed directly on his stomach, their delicate feet pressing against the fabric of his tunic. Tilting their tiny heads, their bright eyes fixed themselves on Lukas’s face.
They gave his tunic a few curious pecks, as if testing its texture. Then they took flight once more, their wings producing a gentle sound.
A huge smile slowly spread across Lukas’s face, a smile that lit up his entire expression.
It felt... like a dream. The entire forest seemed to accept him. Every creature, large or small, treated him as part of the ecosystem, as though he had always belonged there.
For nearly two hours, he remained there, motionless, watching dozens of tiny creatures approach him naturally.
A trail of ants marched across his arm. A fuzzy caterpillar slowly climbed up his leg. Tiny crickets hopped onto his clothes. A dragonfly landed on his nose, its transparent wings vibrating softly.
None of them seemed to see him as a threat. None of them showed fear. It was as though, in some invisible way, they all sensed that he would never harm them.
When he finally stood up, moving slowly so as not to frighten those still nearby, many of the insects simply continued on their way, completely calm, as though his departure were nothing more than another natural event.
Lukas looked down at his own hands, his eyes tracing the skin where so many creatures had touched him.
"Affinity with Beings..." His voice came out quietly, filled with admiration.
"It’s far more incredible than I imagined."
He looked around the forest, his mind processing everything he had just experienced.
Of course... those had been small creatures. Insects. Tiny birds. Ordinary spiders. Snakes without a trace of magic. Weak animals, devoid of supernatural power. Perhaps that was precisely why his ability worked so well, they had no defenses against that subtle influence.
Magical beasts probably possessed much stronger instincts and more developed consciousnesses capable of resisting that influence. Truly dangerous creatures might resist it entirely, their predatory nature overcoming any sense of trust.
Even so... it was already extraordinary. A glimpse of what his ability could become in the future.
His heart filled with anticipation, an emotion that grew stronger with each passing day.
Then he remembered his second ability. Up until that moment, he had never found a suitable situation to use it to its fullest.
Perhaps... it existed precisely for the creatures his Affinity could not influence. Powerful beasts, savage monsters, enemies that would have to be defeated before any bond could be formed.
But that would be for the future. For when he was older. Stronger. When he finally left the safety of Dmond Manor to explore the vast world beyond.
...
The days continued to pass, each bringing its own challenge, its own discovery.
The training continued relentlessly and without pause. His body kept changing, his muscles becoming more defined, his endurance increasing, and his agility improving. His technique grew ever more refined, every strike more precise, every movement more natural.
Then, at the end of the second week, everything changed.
That morning, the training ended earlier than usual. The sun was still high in the sky when Clavor gestured for Lukas to stop. The boy obeyed immediately, his wooden sword resting against his shoulder.
Clavor spent a few seconds watching his son return the sword to its proper position, his analytical eyes examining every detail. Then he slowly walked toward him, his steps steady and controlled.
His expression was serious, as always. But there was a different gleam in his eyes, one of expectation, of anticipation.
"Lukas."
The boy immediately turned toward his father, his heart beginning to race.
"Yes?"
Clavor remained silent for a few moments, as though savoring the moment. Then a small smile appeared on his face, rare and genuine.
"It’s time."
Lukas felt his heart beat even faster, the pounding echoing in his ears.
"Your body has already reached the level I was expecting." Clavor stepped closer, his eyes never leaving his son’s.
"Your muscles, your bones, your endurance, your control over the sword. Everything has reached the minimum required for the next step."
He placed one hand on his son’s shoulder, his touch firm and warm.
"You’re ready."
Lukas held his breath, his violet eyes shining brilliantly. Excitement swelled within his chest like a wave about to break.
Clavor nodded once, a single movement carrying the weight of years of experience.
"Tomorrow..." His voice echoed through the silent clearing, filled with solemnity.
"We will begin forging your Mana Source."
The world seemed to stop for a moment.
This was the moment he had been waiting for since the very first day. Since he had begun his training, since he had discovered his abilities, since he had understood the path he needed to walk.
And tomorrow, at last, he would take the next step toward becoming strong.
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