Chapter 14
The Formation of the Aura
After the challenge was declared, both Moon Fu and Einver stepped out through the back door of the chief's house, heading toward the training field behind it.
It was a field about twenty-five meters wide, its ground covered with grass, surrounded by wooden training dummies and scattered targets here and there.
Einver moved to the center of the field, raising his head calmly to the sky… his presence steady and composed.
At that moment, Moon Fai and his son hurried out of the house, desperately trying to stop what was about to happen. The old man shouted at the top of his voice, his gaze fixed on Einver:
"Don't fight, my young friend! My daughter is far too strong… you won't be able to face her as an equal! You'll be defeated!"
Einver wanted to respond to such a bold declaration, but before he could, Moon Fu smiled with confidence and drew her bow.
It was long and slightly curved, held effortlessly in one hand, with a quiver of arrows hanging across her back. She pulled out a small, sharp iron-tipped arrow, set it against the string, and released it — shooting it toward Einver at tremendous speed.
Einver saw the arrow racing toward him with astonishing swiftness. He lifted his right hand, grasping the hilt of his sword without drawing it from its sheath… and at the perfect moment, he raised the scabbard in front of his face, blocking the arrow with precise accuracy.
Everyone watching was stunned by his reaction. Einver, still calm, turned his gaze toward Moon Fu and said:
"If I know where the arrow is coming from… it will never strike me.
…Or at least that's what I once heard from some strange general… or maybe it was something I read in a novel… Honestly, I can't remember."
Moon Fu's anger flared. She swiftly pulled out three more arrows at once and fired them in rapid succession. Yet Einver continued to deflect them with the scabbard of his sword, never drawing the blade.
She began moving quickly around the field, loosing arrows from different angles one after another, until the arrows blurred together — a storm of iron raining down on Einver from every direction.
The fight went on…
until fifteen minutes had passed, and Moon Fu's quiver was empty.
She had fired a total of forty arrows. Einver had blocked thirty of them, while deliberately allowing six to wound him slightly — though in truth, he had never truly "failed" to block them.
Two arrows pierced his leg,
one sliced part of his ear,
another grazed his arm…
Yet even so… he remained standing, composed and silent.
Moon Fai looked on in utter disbelief. He had thought at first that Einver was nothing more than a weak boy… but now he saw him keeping pace with his daughter — who was rumored to be the strongest in the Village of the Little Moon — and he had done so without even drawing his sword.
Moon Fu herself was at the training level of the Earth Realm – Upper Division… which meant she was already standing at the threshold of the Sky Realm.
And yet…
Here we are…
Moon Fi thought silently as he watched.
The title of "the strongest"… shattered by a boy who knows nothing of this world… and who hasn't even unsheathed his blade.
What the villagers did not know…
was that Einver had begun his training at the age of six.
He had mastered every martial art of his world… surpassed the limits of ordinary humans, slaughtered more than a thousand people within mere hours, and even tortured victims for months on end.
He was a cold-blooded killer.
And though that killer was now buried deep within him — sealed away by his mother, and by Void — he was still there.
…
In that moment, Einver began stepping forward — despite his injured hand and bleeding foot.
With every step he took… a small black shadow swirled around him… slowly growing larger and darker.
Moon Fu felt a shiver crawl through every fiber of her body.
Sweat dripped down her forehead.
Her wide eyes trembled, as if she were staring into the very end of the world approaching her.
She understood now what she was feeling.
This was not the aura of a realm, a stage, or a level of training.
This was not spiritual energy, nor any ordinary force.
This was…
Killing Intent.
An overwhelming Killing Intent… bursting from the boy's body with every step he advanced.
With each step Einver took forward… Moon Fu instinctively took one backward…
Until, in only a few moments, she had stumbled out of the training ground entirely, collapsing to the ground — terrified, trembling, tears brimming in her eyes.
For what she saw before her was not an eighteen-year-old boy…
but a monster dragging behind it the very shadow of death.
The Aura of Killing… or the Intent to Kill.
And no ordinary man could ever obtain it.
There were only two ways to possess such a thing:
Either a person was born with it — destined from birth to be a king and ruler;
Or… they acquired it through endless bloodshed, by killing a countless multitude of people until their heart was drowned in darkness and blood.
Einver… did not truly belong to either path. Or perhaps, it would be more accurate to say… he embodied both at once.
Even he himself had no idea that his body was releasing such a terrifying aura. In his previous world, Killing Intent had no visible form, no color, no shadow.
But here… it had taken shape as a living darkness, swirling around him… as though it sought to devour everything that dared to stand before him.
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