The frozen northern training grounds had become completely silent.
Only the violent winter winds continued screaming across the massive black-stone arena while snow spiraled endlessly beneath the silver moon overhead.
At the center of the battlefield—
Kel stood calmly surrounded by six orbiting swords.
Two pure silver aura blades.
One blazing with crimson fire.
One crackling with blue thunder.
One wrapped in spiraling winds.
And one flowing with silver-blue water.
The sight itself looked unreal.
Not like swordsmanship.
But like witnessing a sovereign controlling celestial bodies around himself.
Meanwhile—
Several younger Rosenfeld knights no longer even attempted hiding their shock.
Because everything happening tonight completely shattered their understanding of aura arts.
Elemental integration.
Multiple floating swords.
Independent movement control.
None of this should have been possible simultaneously.
Yet—
Kel stood there calmly as though such things were natural.
Meanwhile—
Across from him—
His cousin breathed heavily.
Snowflakes melted against her flushed skin while silver aura still flowed around the two floating swords orbiting beside her shoulders.
Her arms trembled slightly from repeated impacts earlier.
But her crimson eyes still burned brightly.
Not fear.
Excitement.
Pure exhilaration.
Because despite the overwhelming gap—
She could feel herself evolving during this battle.
Meanwhile—
Kel quietly observed her for several moments.
Then—
The six orbiting swords around him slowed slightly.
Not disappearing.
Simply calming.
Meanwhile—
His cousin lowered her sword briefly.
Trying to stabilize her breathing.
And during that short pause—
Kel finally spoke.
"What elements are you specialized in?"
His voice remained calm beneath the roaring winds.
Meanwhile—
The young woman blinked slightly.
Because honestly—
She expected the battle to continue immediately.
Still—
She answered.
"…Wind."
Another breath escaped her lips.
"And ice."
Kel quietly nodded afterward.
Inside his mind—
Sairen softly laughed.
"You've entered teacher mode again."
Kel ignored her.
Meanwhile—
Across the arena—
Several observing knights looked confused now.
Because Kel's tone no longer sounded like someone sparring.
It sounded like someone instructing a disciple.
Meanwhile—
His cousin tightened her grip upon her sword slightly.
"What are you thinking?"
Kel calmly pointed his blade toward her floating aura swords afterward.
Then quietly said:
"Try imbuing your elements into them."
Silence followed instantly.
Even the watching family members became still.
Because what Kel suggested sounded absurd.
Meanwhile—
His cousin frowned slightly.
"…Into the aura swords themselves?"
Kel nodded once.
"Don't just think about controlling them."
The wind sword orbiting behind him moved softly afterward.
"Flow your intention into them."
Another pause.
"Think about which element naturally fits which sword."
Meanwhile—
The snowstorm continued swirling around the battlefield.
And strangely—
Kel's words carried unusual weight beneath the frozen night skies.
Because unlike ordinary instructors—
Kel didn't explain through rigid theory.
He explained through instinct.
Feeling.
Intention.
Meanwhile—
His cousin slowly narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
Trying to understand.
Inside his mind—
Sairen softly whispered:
"You're teaching her differently than normal."
Kel calmly watched his cousin.
"…Because she won't understand standard explanations."
The spirit laughed softly.
"You really are becoming ridiculous."
Meanwhile—
The young woman slowly raised her sword again.
Then carefully—
She closed her eyes briefly.
The two floating aura swords around her shoulders rotated slowly afterward.
Silver.
Sharp.
Unstable.
Meanwhile—
Kel quietly continued speaking.
"Aura follows thought."
Another pause.
"But elements follow nature."
The fire sword beside him flickered softly.
"Don't force them."
The wind sword spun gently afterward.
"Guide them."
Meanwhile—
The entire training ground had become deathly quiet now.
Because everyone instinctively understood—
This was no longer ordinary sparring.
This was witnessing the creation of something new.
Meanwhile—
His cousin slowly inhaled deeply.
Then—
Wind mana began gathering around her body.
Cold northern air spiraled naturally toward her afterward while snowflakes danced around her figure.
Her crimson eyes opened slowly.
Focused.
Concentrated.
Meanwhile—
Kel quietly spoke again.
"Which sword feels lighter?"
The young woman blinked slightly afterward.
Then slowly—
One of her floating aura swords drifted slightly higher.
Almost instinctively.
Meanwhile—
Kel nodded once.
"That one."
Another pause.
"Let the wind flow into it."
The watching knights stared intensely now.
Meanwhile—
His cousin slowly extended her awareness toward the floating sword.
Not controlling.
Feeling.
Guiding.
And gradually—
The surrounding winds began responding.
Very faintly at first.
Tiny streams of air spiraled around the floating blade afterward.
Weak.
Unstable.
Yet undeniably real.
Several younger knights widened their eyes immediately.
"She's doing it…"
Meanwhile—
The floating sword trembled violently.
The wind mana destabilized instantly afterward.
BOOM!!
The aura sword exploded apart into scattered silver particles.
His cousin stumbled backward slightly afterward.
Breathing heavily.
Frustrated.
Yet before she could speak—
Kel calmly said:
"Again."
The single word echoed quietly beneath the northern skies.
Meanwhile—
The young woman looked toward him.
And strangely—
Kel's expression remained completely calm.
No disappointment.
No criticism.
Only expectation.
As though failure itself meant nothing important.
Meanwhile—
Kel quietly continued.
"You forced it."
Another pause.
"Wind doesn't obey pressure."
The wind sword behind him moved softly in smooth circular patterns.
"It flows naturally."
Meanwhile—
His cousin slowly steadied herself again.
Breathing deeply.
Thinking.
Then—
She attempted once more.
The remaining aura sword floated quietly beside her shoulder.
And this time—
She stopped trying to dominate it.
Instead—
She simply let the surrounding winds gather naturally.
Gradually.
Slowly.
Soft currents spiraled around the blade afterward.
Then stronger.
Sharper.
Until finally—
The floating sword released a faint high-pitched hum.
SHHHHHH—
Compressed air began rotating around the blade naturally.
The arena became silent again afterward.
Because this time—
It succeeded.
Meanwhile—
His cousin's eyes widened slightly.
She could feel it clearly.
The sword itself felt lighter now.
Faster.
Sharper.
As though the wind became part of its movement naturally.
Meanwhile—
Kel quietly nodded once.
"Good."
Inside his mind—
Sairen sounded amused.
"You praise people surprisingly well."
Kel ignored her again.
Meanwhile—
His cousin stared at the floating wind sword beside her with visible disbelief.
"…It feels different."
Kel calmly replied:
"Because now it has nature."
Another pause.
"Not just shape."
Meanwhile—
Several older knights watching nearby looked deeply shaken now.
Because Kel's explanation itself sounded absurdly advanced.
Not swordsmanship.
Not magic.
Something deeper.
Like he fundamentally understood the relationship between aura and elements themselves.
Meanwhile—
His cousin slowly looked toward the second floating sword still orbiting near her.
Then quietly muttered:
"…Ice."
Kel nodded again.
"Then stop thinking of ice as cold."
She frowned slightly.
"What?"
Kel calmly raised the water sword beside him afterward.
The flowing liquid around it gradually froze partially into crystalline frost.
Then melted again smoothly.
"Ice isn't coldness."
Another pause.
"It's stillness."
The entire arena quietly absorbed his words afterward.
Meanwhile—
His cousin's eyes slowly widened.
Because suddenly—
She understood.
Wind moved.
Ice stabilized.
Different intentions.
Different natures.
Meanwhile—
Kel quietly lowered his sword again.
"Try."
The young woman inhaled deeply afterward.
Then—
The second floating sword slowed.
Calmed.
The silver aura around it became quieter.
Sharper.
Still.
And gradually—
Faint frost began forming along the blade edges.
Tiny crystals shimmered beneath moonlight afterward.
Not explosive.
Not violent.
Silent.
Beautiful.
Meanwhile—
The watching family members stared in stunned silence.
Because right before their eyes—
Kel had guided someone into elemental integration during a spar itself.
Without rituals.
Without formal instruction arrays.
Without preparation.
Meanwhile—
His cousin slowly looked toward both floating swords beside her afterward.
One wrapped in flowing wind currents.
The other covered in thin silver frost.
And for the first time tonight—
She smiled softly.
Not from excitement.
But realization.
Because now—
She finally understood the true essence behind Sovereign's Orbit Sword Arts.
The swords were not weapons orbiting the user.
They were extensions of the user's will itself.
Meanwhile—
At the center of the frozen battlefield—
Kel quietly stood beneath the moonlight surrounded by elemental blades like a sovereign beneath stars.
And watching him there—
Everyone present instinctively realized something terrifying.
The sword art published by Reina Asheville…
Was still only the beginning of what Kel truly understood