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Arion Ravenheart's life over the past five years has been an intimate journey within the walls of his home, a sanctuary where he has grown and flourished under the guidance and care of his loving parents, Thaddeus and Seraphina.

Early Childhood (Ages 0-2): Arion's early years were a time of discovery and wonder, marked by the awakening of his mana core and aura.

Born into a world of magic and mystery, Arion's parents nurtured his burgeoning talents with love and patience, fostering an environment where he could thrive.

At home, Arion spent his days exploring the nooks and crannies of his family's estate, his bright eyes filled with curiosity as he discovered the wonders of the world around him. With his parents by his side, he began to experiment with his magical abilities, learning to control and channel the flow of mana and aura that coursed through his veins.

Under their watchful guidance, Arion's abilities blossomed, his mana core glowing with newfound power as he learned to cast simple spells and weave intricate enchantments. With each passing day, he grew stronger and more confident.

Arion's core didn't progress much during this time because Arion's mother told him not to absorb more mana into each stage which would benefit him in the long run instead of progressing through the ranks at a fast pace, with that information Arion spent the next two years in the initial stage which was called the dormant stage.

Seraphina also decided to teach Arion Aura during this time believing him to have the hero trait as her so it wouldn't hurt his growth if he decided to follow both paths.

Arion pretended to not have it, but knowing his mother would try the sense the Aura in him, he shocked his mother by learning it within minutes of her ending her explanation of how to use it.

Truly a talented boy.

Early Training and Education (Ages 3-5): As Arion reached the age of three, his parents decided it was time to begin his formal training and education.

Drawing upon their own knowledge and experience, they introduced him to the basics of magic, teaching him the fundamental principles that would shape his future.

Thaddeus took it upon himself to impart his knowledge of blacksmithing to his son, Arion. With patient guidance and skilled craftsmanship, Thaddeus introduced Arion to the art of forging metal, teaching him the secrets of shaping and tempering steel with precision and care.

In their humble workshop, surrounded by the heat of the forge and the ringing of hammer on anvil, father and son worked side by side, each strike of the hammer a lesson in dedication and perseverance.

Under Thaddeus's watchful eye, Arion learned to wield the tools of the trade with confidence, his hands becoming adept at molding raw metal into works of art. Through hours of practice and dedication.

Arion not only honed his skills as a blacksmith but also forged a deeper bond with his father, their shared passion for craftsmanship strengthening their connection with each passing day.

Arion was a natural blacksmithing thanks to the Blacksmithing talent he was born with and he also learned his father is one of the 5 greatest blacksmiths in the human domain called the 5 Vulcans.

Even though they were in the top 5 6-10, they weren't even close to their skill level at all they were in leagues of their own.

He also learned that's how Thaddeus and Seraphina met because Thaddeus used to make her armor and weapons during their early years.

At home, Arion's days were filled with lessons and practice sessions, his parents guiding him through the intricacies of spellcasting combat and blacksmithing. With their patient instruction, he learned to harness the power of his mana and aura, honing his skills with dedication and determination.

Arion sat in his room, the soft glow of candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. With a sense of anticipation, he reached out his hand, fingers trembling slightly as he summoned forth his system interface.

The air seemed to crackle with energy as the familiar interface materialized before him, each stat and ability displayed in vivid detail.

Arion Ravenheart

Talents: Blacksmith

Points: 40

Mana Core Stage: Tier one

Strength: 15

Dexterity: 13

Constitution: 14

Intelligence: 12

Wisdom: 11

Charisma: 11

Mana: 17

Aura: 17

Abilities: [PASSIVE COLLECT, AURA CONCEALMENT, RAPID RECOVERY]

Quest

Inventory

Titles [Blacksmith Apprentice]

As Arion sat in his room, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him.

The past five years had been filled with challenges and triumphs, but through it all, he had persevered, guided by the unwavering support of his family.

With each passing day, he had grown stronger and more confident, his skills as a blacksmith and mage honed to a razor-sharp edge.

But amidst the sense of satisfaction, Arion also felt a flicker of uncertainty stirring within him. The road ahead was still fraught with unknown dangers and obstacles, and he knew that he would need to continue pushing himself to reach new heights of mastery.

Yet, as he gazed upon his stats and abilities displayed before him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of determination coursing through his veins.

Whatever challenges may lie ahead, he was ready to face them head-on, armed with the knowledge and skills he had acquired over the years.

"I've made decent progress these last few years, but I need to fight someone my age to see how far ahead I am in front of everyone, my mother says I'm pretty strong for my age, but I'm looking to be called a monster never before seen talent.

I can't just be "pretty strong" I need to set myself apart."

Little did Arion know his mother's words were pretty genuine considering she was a hero and had been training since she was born and knew how strong her companions were.

Seraphina also knew that most heroes when they reach adulthood and retire usually have as many kids as possible starting a new noble family unless the hero was born into a noble family.

The reason many heroes did this was because they knew some of their talents and affinity to the elements could be passed to their children and the human race needed as many talented individuals as they could use.

After all, they weren't the strongest race on the planet and needed as much help as possible. of course, not all heroes followed this trend and decided on having a simple family with 1-3 kids wanting quiet lives example Seraphina herself.

So Seraphina words were actually pretty good since countless geniuses were being born every year some better than others but stronger than their peers regardless.

"It has been tough getting points these last few years only getting them from completing the one quest the system gave me till now, advancing to the next stage of my Core, and earning the Blacksmith Apprentice title for a total of 40 points. I already have a skill in mind that I've been saving for."

"System create a skill that allows me to double my speed with the duration being as long as I can have the stamina to maintain the skill. "

[40 points]

"perfect just enough points''

[ Skill Created]

[Please name the skill]

"Dash"

[skill is now under the abilities tabs]

"Nice I'm gonna go to the training room to test the new skill out"

As Arion stepped out of his room, he found himself in a wide corridor that stretched in both directions, lined with intricately carved wooden doors leading to the chambers of other residents of the estate.

The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of epic battles and legendary heroes, their vibrant colors and intricate designs adding a sense of grandeur to the hall.

Tall torches flickered in sconces along the walls, casting a warm, golden light that illuminated the corridor and banished the shadows.

To his left, Arion could see a row of windows that bathed the hallway in the soft, early morning light, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor.

The cool breeze that drifted in through the open windows carried with it the scent of dew-kissed flowers and the distant sound of birdsong, lending a sense of freshness and vitality to the air.

To his right, Arion could see a series of ornately carved archways that led to various chambers and rooms within the estate.

Each archway was adorned with intricate designs and patterns, a testament to the craftsmanship and skill of the artisans who had created them.

Beyond the archways, Arion could catch glimpses of lush gardens and manicured lawns, their beauty a stark contrast to the rugged terrain beyond the estate walls.

As Arion made his way down the corridor, he passed by several other residents of the estate, each lost in their own thoughts and activities.

Some were engaged in animated conversations, their voices echoing off the walls of the hall, while others hurried past with purposeful strides, their footsteps echoing loudly in the empty spaces.

Finally, Arion reached the end of the corridor, where a grand staircase spiraled upwards towards the upper levels of the estate.

At the foot of the staircase stood a pair of intricately carved wooden doors, their polished surfaces gleaming in the soft light.

Beyond these doors lay the training room, a place of challenge and opportunity where warriors and mages alike came to hone their skills and test their limits.

As Arion pushed open the doors and stepped into the training room, he found himself in a vast chamber filled with the sound of clashing blades and crackling magic.

The room was illuminated by rows of torches that lined the walls, casting flickering shadows across the polished stone floor.

In the center of the room stood a large arena, surrounded by tiered seating where spectators could watch the battles unfold. The arena was marked by a series of concentric circles etched into the floor, each circle representing a different level of difficulty for the combatants.

At one end of the arena, a row of humanoid robots stood motionless, their metal frames gleaming in the torchlight.

These robots were programmed to simulate real opponents, their movements fluid and precise as they responded to the commands of the trainers who oversaw the battles.

Arion could feel his pulse quicken with excitement as he approached the arena, his eyes scanning the rows of robots for his opponent.

Today, he would face off against one of the most advanced models, a formidable adversary that would test his skills to their limits.

Arion walked to the terminal to set the difficulty of the robot he was gonna face to be the second late stage of an Aura user which was equivalent to the awakened stage of a mana core, even though he could use both he couldn't quite combine their energies yet to create FORCE.

Which was the energy used when mana and aura were perfectly combined making it ridiculously strong and the users who could accomplish this feat mainly only being the heroes and extremely talented individuals who followed this path of both mana and Aura

Seraphina of course has been training Arion on how to combine them, but she said it would take time even though she couldn't learn how to do it perfectly without backlash was until she was 10 years old, which in itself is a feat most not learning until they were teenagers or never at all.

Even though Arion couldn't combine the energies yet, he still could fight with both if he ran out of mana he could use his Aura and vice versa which gave him options.

Arion of course wanted to create a talent or skill that would help him combine the energies but the cheapest option he found was over 9000 POINTS!!

"hmmm actually let's change him to the early second aura stage I wanna test my limits not like this thing will kill me anyway."

Arion changed the difficulty up to really give himself a challenge.

He knew that facing a more formidable opponent would test his skills and abilities like never before, but he welcomed the challenge with open arms. With a flick of his wrist, he activated the terminal, the holographic display shimmering to life before him.

With a deep breath, Arion stepped onto the arena floor, his muscles tensed and ready for action.

Across from him, the humanoid robot stood motionless, its metal frame gleaming in the torchlight. It was an imposing figure, towering over Arion with an air of silent menace.

The humanoid robot stood tall and imposing in the center of the arena, its sleek metal frame gleaming in the torchlight.

Its body was sculpted from polished steel, adorned with intricate patterns and designs that spoke to its advanced construction.

Each joint and limb was articulated with precision, allowing for fluid and lifelike movements that belied its mechanical nature.

The robot's head was humanoid in shape, with a smooth metallic surface that reflected the ambient light in shimmering patterns.

Two glowing orbs served as its eyes, casting a piercing gaze upon its surroundings. Its facial features were minimalistic yet expressive, conveying a sense of intelligence and awareness that was eerily lifelike.

As the robot moved, the faint hum of servomotors and actuators filled the air, a testament to the advanced technology that lay beneath its polished exterior.

Its movements were fluid and precise, each step calculated and deliberate as it prepared to face its opponent.

Adorned with various sensors and emitters, the robot was capable of analyzing its surroundings with pinpoint accuracy, allowing it to adapt to changing conditions and react with lightning-fast reflexes.

Its arms ended in powerful hydraulic fists, capable of delivering devastating blows with incredible force.

Overall, the humanoid robot was a marvel of engineering and design, a testament to the ingenuity of its creators.

And as it stood poised for battle in the center of the arena, it exuded an air of silent menace, ready to test the mettle of any who dared to challenge it.

But Arion was undaunted. With a determined glint in his eyes, he raised his fists, his mind focused and his senses sharp. He knew that victory would not come easily, but he was ready to give it his all.

As the signal sounded, Arion sprang into action, his movements fluid and precise as he launched himself towards the robot.

The clang of metal on metal filled the air as he exchanged blows with his mechanical opponent, each strike a testament to his skill and determination.