Theo tried again and then again. The more he tried, the further he managed to reach.
He leveled up once more when he felt like he was finally getting a grasp on drawing the aura to his fingertips. Yet the toughest part was still ahead. To guide it into the hilt of his sword and then into the blade itself.
A full day passed in training, and the baron never once left his sight.
By then, Theo was able to hold the aura right at the fingertips for a prolonged period, which earned him another level up.
Still, there was a blockage, something the baron vaguely hinted could only be surpassed through deeper understanding.
Knowing how bad his father was at teaching, Theo decided not to wait for him to explain further. Instead, he questioned him relentlessly, trying to learn everything that he thought would be necessary.
Two days later, Theo stood before the camp. His eyes were wide, his focus fixed onto the blade in his hands.
