Genius Seventh Prince
/ Genius Seventh Prince 96 Sister's Real Power
"So, I heard that you wanted to invite me here to show me your progress?"
"Well, I want that and a rematch! You won't be able to beat me down so easily this time." Smiling proudly, Greyson was excited to try out his power against his sister again.
"Well, aren't you confident? I wouldn't underestimate your big sister so quickly. Alright, I am here now, so show me what you've got!" Rolling her eyes, Rosalie felt that her younger brother maybe had too large of a confidence boost. But, at the same time, she started to feel suspicious. Greyson did not seem like an idiot who would let himself get overconfident after only minor progress. Maybe he got a lot further along with the spell than he thought? Trying not to look down on her opponent, Rosalie prepared herself properly. The pair quickly climbed on top of one of the stages before facing each other. Raising her brow towards Greyson, Rosalie gave a confident smile before waving her fingers at him signaling for him to 'bring it on.' Without further ado, Greyson burst into motion. Stomping his foot down, a crack opened underneath where Rosalie was standing trying to swallow her. She tried dodging away before some vines snapped onto her feet. Snorting slightly, her leg turned into wind and escaped straight through the grip. The wind also continued slicing up the vines, as well. During Rosalie's slight distraction, Greyson approached quietly. His body disappeared into the shadows and reappeared right underneath her. His hand shot out and grabbed onto her ankle, which almost immediately turned into water, causing Greyson to smirk. Although he could no longer grip onto her, lightning arced through his fingers. Uninhibited by the water, the lightning gave Rosalie a hard shock to her body. Unprepared for his attack, Rosalie held in her pain before riding the wind to the far opposite side of the stage. She knew that she had to build a bit more distance from Greyson. Rosalie furrowed her brows as a serious expression formed on her face. When he was telling her about his past, his seven elements did come up in the conversation. Just like everyone else, she was shocked to hear that he could use so many, but it was only now that she realized how difficult it was to fight someone with that type of variety under their belt. Just when she prepared herself to counter one element, he would come out with a completely different one that he did not show before. The variety of spells was also hard to keep up with.
Not letting her take too long of a break, Greyson once again ran up close to her and punched towards her with a flaming fist. She blocked with water covering her palm before slicing down with a wind blade. Quickly dodging, Greyson let his entire arm form into water and made it into a whip. It wrapped around Rosalie's waist and dragged her back to him as he timed out a strong kick. Not prepared for such a move, Rosalie could only put up her arms to block the kick but the strength sent her flying back as her feet dug into the ground to stop the momentum of her body. The shock on her face did not disappear as she realized what just occurred. It was his entire arm! Counting the days, only a month had passed. She admitted that she could have underestimated her brother's talent, but she didn't realize just how much she did not understand him. Thinking through all those confident and arrogant young masters that chased after her, she realized they were all nowhere near as talented as her younger brother, even their looks were not as good. Suddenly, she could feel pride welling through her. This was her brother! Although she was the older sister, she felt that she could also rely on this talented younger brother of hers. She knew their grandparents would be ecstatic after knowing about how gifted their grandson is.
Looking around, she started giggling at the faces of her brother's little fan group that was recently formed. Most of them did not know that her brother could control seven elements, let alone that he was a genius at learning new spells as well. Sooner or later, she could see his fan group growing even larger than her own. Her eyes moving back to her brother, she smiled confidently once again. Although her younger brother was definitely a genius, she could not lose too much face as the older sister, right?
...
Rosalie was not aware, though, that her grandparents were already watching the battle the entire time. They were keeping track of their grandchildren's movements. As they observed all the different moves in the fight, they were pleasantly surprised by their young grandson's ability.
"Hahaha, look at him! How talented, just like this old man! You can tell that he takes after me." Laughing happily, Elder Brevre took all the credit.
"Hmph, old man! What part of him takes after you?! He obviously is just like this old woman in her youth. Why did you think you had to work so hard to court me? Back then, everyone looked down on you for being less talented than me who was a Beastman." Elder Freizon's voice rang out like a splash of cold water. Slightly withering, the old man felt embarrassed thinking about the past once again.
"Why are you bringing up ancient history now?" He pouted.
"If I didn't keep you grounded, your head would swell to the point your body would no longer be able to hold it." Chuckling to herself, Freizon felt her husband was still cute.
"Alright, alright. My wife is always correct." Seeing his wife so happy made Brevre decide not to continue. Their son being lost somewhere in god knows what condition really took a toll on her. She was depressed for a really long time before Rosalie finally arrived and brought up her mood. They both believed that their son, Elbianth, might really be dead but they held out hope. Most of the Snow Dragon tribe ended up shunning Elbianth after he decided to marry an elf. Although the magic beasts did not particularly hate the elves like they did the humans, it did not mean there was not sufficient enmity between the two races. Mixed race unions were looked down upon in the entire continent. Both Brevre and his wife had no prejudice towards the elf race personally and they could tell that their son was head over heels for that girl. She treated him well and their love was strong, so they could find no reason to pull the two apart. Only, the couple could not stay in either of their homes because, though they were not kicked out, they decided to leave because they did not want their children to grow up in such a toxic environment. The elders tried to stay in contact with their son and keep tabs on his life, but there was a definite lag in the information since the places were so far apart.
It was not until it was too late that they finally received information about the attack on the Ley Kingdom. The King and Queen were both missing, presumed dead, while all their children scattered across the continent. They knew it would too difficult to try to find the children, especially since the older ones would probably be trying their best to stay low key and hide. Thoughts of finding the culprit and getting revenge passed through their mind, yet there was no target. No one knew why the kingdom was attacked. It was a complete mystery to the surrounding countries, and the bigger countries could not care less about such a small kingdom in the middle of nowhere.
"Well, that boy seems to have gotten confident now. However, if it was so easy to beat our Rosie wouldn't all those suitors be put to shame? Plus, who does he think has trained our granddaughter until now?" Elder Freizon smirked at her husband's waving of his white flag before turning her attention back towards the battle. Seeing Rosalie's confident expression, she knew that the girl was about to get serious.
"No matter what, she is two years older. Although at our age this seems like such a short time, during their explosive growth period, two years means a lot." Brevre nodded while agreeing with his wife's words.
...
Greyson felt there was something wrong with his sister's expression which made his expression sink. Soon his apprehension was answered by a drop in temperature. A beautiful ice lotus formed on his sister's head complementing her hair. It was not the beauty that caught his attention, but the small blue Fey sitting on top of the flower. Having experienced one Fey before, Greyson could recognize it right away, only he could tell that this one was much stronger than the Ezra's. He was not sensitive to the cold, but even he could feel the biting chill enter his body. Rosalie flipped her hand and a pure white bow appeared in her hand. The small Fey on her head blew cold air and formed seven icy arrows for Rosalie. Her wind element enhancing her movement, Rosalie shot out all those arrows in record time. Greyson also already reacted by trying to sink into his shadow, however, he realized the cold temperature was not just that, it also acted like a poison of sorts that slowed down his mana flow. Although he started the spell early, his body could not move fast enough. Realizing this, Greyson quickly took out Genesis to block the arrows the old-fashioned way. The blade sizzled with heat as he ran his fire element through it. Slashing down, he tried to knock down the arrows flying at him from different directions. The mana in his body slowed, but his body was still light and quick as he dodged around and smashed the ice arrows. What he did not expect was that the pieces of the arrow did not dissipate after getting smashed apart but instead continued flying at him. No longer able to dodge all of them, small cuts formed all over Greyson's body. In a bout of frustration, fire exploded around his body while increasing the temperature around him several fold. This time the ice did melt away.
Finding his sister once again, he realized that her complexion was paler. Thinking she used a lot of her mana in the earlier attack, he thought that he could win this since he still had a good amount of mana remaining. Feeling his vision, Rosalie looked back, but not with disappointment like he expected. Instead she still had that same confident smile while her eyes had a hint of laughter. Furrowing his brows, Greyson felt that he was underestimating her and that it was not over. Just as he expected, the small cuts over his skin began to burn. Hissing in pain, he realized that ice was starting to form all over his body. He tried the fire element first to melt it, but when that was not working, he tried the light element to heal the wounds. However, the ice continued to spread all over his body and leave him frozen like a human icicle. Unable to move his body, he watched as his sister slowly approached.
"Hahaha, little brother, it seems that big sister still has the advantage, no?" Laughing happily at Greyson's state, Rosalie felt that she taught him a good lesson. Being proud of her younger brother was one thing while fanning his ego was another. She could tell that he had an innate confidence and arrogance in his talent which was clearly backed up by real ability, but she felt that it could also be his undoing. There was always work to be done to improve, right? Although her talent may not be as high as his, she was still a genius in her own right.
"You're a magister level stage five magician?" Greyson asked, however he was already clear on the answer. When she used her mana earlier, he could feel the level of fluctuations. "What kind of Fey is that?"
"That's my good friend, Ira, an Ice Lotus. She is probably the most powerful out of the Fey I have. I also have Umir, originally a Star Windweed, and also Bronx, a Wicked Willow Tree." Holding out her hand, Rosalie summoned a green Fey in one hand and a brown one in the other. Both were actually male Fey which he was seeing for the first time. Then, with another wave of her hand, they all disappeared. The ice holding Greyson also disappeared and his body was released. He had to admit that his sister looked pretty cool at this moment. It always felt bad to lose no matter what, but he was slightly comforted by the fact that she was his sister. He was stuck between whether he should just be proud that she is so powerful or be upset with his loss. Thinking about it, some healthy competition would not hurt. He would still work hard so he could defeat her next time.
"I know that you have really high natural ability and I am really happy to see how well you have grown. However, you have to realize that at one point you have to filter through your knowledge and pick a couple to create really strong attacks. You have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, but nothing extremely substantial. At this point, your greatest advantage is that you can switch it up a lot in a battle, but against someone who trains in one extreme this versatility might not work well. I use my Fey to combine with three different strong attacks that I train in and constantly try to improve. I'm not saying to completely abandon certain elements or anything, but you should have one good offensive and defensive move that you feel could trump any opponent." Trying her best to give him advice, Rosalie laid out what was on her mind.
Greyson lowered his head in thought and reflection hearing her criticisms. He really was a large mess. There were a lot of useful spells that just get abandoned somewhere in his mind. He focused so much on the new things that he forgot about the old skills that he used. Even forgetting about that Wind Shield spell that he got from the dungeon. With his increase in level, he could now cover more of his body with the spell which would exponentially increase his defense. There were also the combination element spells that he created, he did not use any of those. Suddenly, he felt that he spent the entire fight just trying to use the new move that he learned without tapping into his arsenal of spells.
Seeing that her brother was sincerely reflecting and understood her heart, Rosalie stern expression was replaced by a content smile. Reaching out her hand, she ruffled his hair. Greyson glanced up in surprise.
"Don't feel too down. It's inevitable that it would be hard to focus on one thing when you have so many elements to use. That's why it sometimes better to just be talented and have a single element that way it's easy to dedicate yourself to one route. I'll keep fighting with you, so I hope you can continue to practice and improve. I'm still super impressed that you could already transform your whole arm in just a month. As expected of my younger brother!"
A warm feeling spread throughout Greyson and he stopped thinking about these things for now.
"I look forward to fighting with you!" A determination lit up in his eyes. This was a good time to settle down again and reinforce his power instead of just trying to increase his level.
Chapter end
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