The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Sarah Margot’s eyes flickered with a subtle glint of disappointment as they sought out Roman in the midst of the resounding cheers. The triumphant moment was overshadowed by the conspicuous absence of acknowledgment from the patriarch, casting a shadow over her hard-earned triumph. Roman’s restrained reaction deepened the puzzle, especially when measured against his spirited applause for Kurt—a seemingly inconspicuous figure whose achievements, while commendable, couldn’t hold a candle to Sarah’s own.

Unbeknownst to Sarah, Roman’s admiration for Kurt sprang from a profound recognition of the commoner’s arduous journey. Kurt’s ascent, unadorned by the privileges that noble birth bestowed, epitomized resilience and raw talent—a living embodiment of the Lionhart spirit that transcended mere power metrics.

Sarah’s disappointment draped around her like a veil, obscuring the proud and determined warrior within. Rick, the astute instructor, sensed the emotional undercurrents lingering in the arena. With a throat-clearing pause, he addressed the unspoken tension before delivering the results.

"Trainee 63, Sarah Margot—pass!" Rick’s proclamation unleashed another surge of applause and cheers, the collective celebration of success reverberating through the arena. Yet, Sarah returned to her designated spot, her expression clouded by an elusive patriarchal approval that remained frustratingly out of reach.

For Rick, the collective triumph of the trainees in the second test cast a broad shadow over the nuanced disappointments. Despite their diverse backgrounds and capabilities, they had collectively exceeded expectations, showcasing their mettle and resilience in the face of the Mythril Crystal challenge. The arena pulsed with the aftermath of triumph, the echoes of success reverberating through the intricate tapestry of the Lionhart legacy.

***

In the grand expanse of the Lion Arena, Alex’s strides cut through the air with palpable determination, each step resonating with an eagerness to command the spotlight. An aura of unyielding confidence enveloped him, a silent declaration of his preparedness to unfold a spectacle destined to echo through the annals of Lionhart’s history. With every advancing step, he seemed to challenge the very fabric of expectations, particularly those harbored by Klaus and Nicholas, beckoning them to witness the impending revelation of his unparalleled prowess.

As the preceding trainees concluded their tests, a magnetic impatience emanated from Alex, turning the arena into a stage where he aimed to etch his name in the hearts and minds of the spectators. Asserting dominance over his peers, especially his esteemed elder brothers, was not merely a goal—it was a fervent desire that burned within him, fueling each purposeful stride.

Approaching the towering Mythril Crystal, determination gleamed in Alex’s eyes. He cast a measured glance at Klaus and Nicholas, a silent challenge etched in his gaze. No words were needed for the challenge; the imminent demonstration would speak volumes, a crescendo of power meant to underscore the vast gap between them.

Standing before the translucent surface of the Mythril Crystal, shimmering with latent potential, Alex contemplated his approach. In a decisive moment, he resolved to make an unequivocal statement—one that would reverberate through the arena, leaving an indelible mark on the minds of all witnesses. The deployment of his most potent technique wasn’t merely a choice; it was a declaration of intent.

Closing his eyes, Alex delved into the intricate process of channeling mana into his training sword. The transformation unfolded like a vibrant symphony, the sword enveloped in a pulsating light green aura. A collective gasp swept through the spectators—an audible manifestation of disbelief at the revelation. A high-tier green core at the age of twelve defied conventional wisdom, igniting the Lion Arena with a fervor of amazement.

Rick, the seasoned instructor, stood agog, struggling to reconcile the prodigious feat with the youth before him. The Lion Arena became a cauldron of whispers and exclamations, the audience grappling with the sheer audacity of Alex’s prowess.

Observing the unfolding spectacle, Raoul Lionhart smiled with approval, nodding at the faces around him. He recognized the genius within his youngest son and recalled the pivotal moment when Alex had confided about being saved by a mysterious being.

Ever since that event, Alex’s progress had been nothing short of explosive. Raoul couldn’t help but entertain a suspicion—a belief that the mysterious being had not only been a savior but had also gifted Alex with a mysterious pill, propelling his growth beyond the ordinary. As the Lion Arena buzzed with amazement, Raoul couldn’t shake the feeling that the truth was not as distant as he had thought.

***

Alex, with his eyes now wide open, commanded attention as his sword emanated an intensified aura, reminiscent of a smoldering volcano poised to erupt. The air crackled with anticipation, and the onlookers couldn’t help but feel a tangible surge of energy as they witnessed the impending spectacle.

"Now, for the pièce de résistance," Alex mused inwardly. The aura surrounding his sword underwent a mesmerizing transformation, evolving into red-hot flames that danced with an almost ethereal intensity. With a decisive strike, he plunged the sword into the ground, setting off a chain reaction that propelled him toward the Mythril Crystal at a breakneck speed.

Executing his:

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The flames on his sword surged, darkening as he transformed into a veritable whirlwind of fiery prowess. Each movement exuded a raw, unbridled power that left the audience on the edge of their seats.

SLASH!

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BOOOOOM!

A thunderous explosion erupted, the shockwave reverberating through the Lion Arena, as the smoke billowed and obscured the aftermath. As the haze began to dissipate, the Mythril Crystal emerged, bathed in a resplendent light cyan hue, a breathtaking testament to the sheer force and brilliance of Alex’s display.

The crowd, still caught in the throes of astonishment, collectively held their breath. Even Rick, the seasoned instructor, found himself momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the extraordinary exhibition unfolding before him.

Alex, with a subtle yet triumphant grin, fixed his gaze upon Klaus and Nicholas. His unspoken challenge hung in the air, daring them to grasp the profound distinction that had just been etched into the very fabric of the ongoing tests.