Warrior Training System

The Academy of Valtross—an elite institution renowned for training the finest minds and warriors, primarily from noble bloodlines. And now, Cassian was set to join its ranks. Though a noble by blood himself, descended from the prestigious Ven Dyke lineage, he wouldn't be entering under his true identity. Instead, he would assume the role of another noble, also named Cassian but with the surname Alacio. The first name remained unchanged to avoid the hassle of him adapting to a new one, while the rest of the identity was carefully constructed to fit the role.

Cassian's life had taken a strange turn over the past few weeks. It wasn't just about swinging a sword or honing his combat skills anymore—he was now immersed in lessons that were far removed from the battlefield. Julius and Rowena had taken it upon themselves to prepare him for his role as a noble.

Etiquette classes had become part of his daily routine, teaching him how to stand, sit, and move with the grace expected of someone from an esteemed family. Julius, ever the taskmaster, made him practice walking with a straight posture for hours, even balancing books on his head to ensure he wouldn't falter. Dining lessons were equally grueling, with Rowena showing him the intricacies of noble table manners—how to hold a fork and knife properly, which utensils to use for each course, and even how to cut food into perfectly even pieces.

Then there was the matter of clothing. Cassian had never thought much about what he wore, but nobles didn't have the luxury of such simplicity. Julius taught him how to dress in elaborate attire, from selecting fabrics to fastening layers of clothing he hadn't even known existed. Rowena chimed in with tips on coordinating colors and accessorizing, much to Cassian's annoyance. He often felt like a doll being dressed up for some grand event.

All this effort wasn't without reason. Cassian's undercover mission wasn't just a whim; it was tied to something much larger—something ominous.

"Why do I have to do all this?" he had asked Julius one evening after yet another grueling lesson.

Julius had leaned back in his chair, his expression unusually serious. "Because the Academy of Valtross isn't just any school. It's a nexus for the powerful, a place where the future of nations is shaped. And right now, something dark is stirring in those halls."

Cassian had listened intently as Julius explained. Over the past year, a series of inexplicable tragedies had shaken the world. The Ironclad King, a ruler known for his unmatched strength and unwavering rule, had been found dead under mysterious circumstances. Several other high-profile figures—leaders, generals, and influential nobles—had also met untimely deaths.

But the pattern didn't end there. These incidents were all connected by one chilling detail: the victims were either alumni of the Academy of Valtross or members of families that had been sending their children there for generations.

"The academy has always been a hub for the elite," Julius had said, his tone grave. "But now, it seems to be at the center of something far more sinister. Whatever's happening there, it's reaching out into the world and tearing it apart, one powerful family at a time."

Cassian had felt a chill run down his spine. "And you think going undercover there will help us figure it out?"

Julius had nodded. "Exactly. We need eyes and ears inside, someone who can blend in and observe without drawing suspicion. That's where you come in. As a 'noble' from the Alacio family, you'll have access to circles and information we can't get otherwise."

As the time passed, Julius and Rowena began revealing more about the mission, slowly peeling back the layers of secrecy as Cassian proved himself more capable of fitting into his noble role. Despite his growing proficiency in etiquette, dining, and social customs, Cassian couldn't shake the feeling that he was still in the dark about some of the most crucial details.

Rowena, with her sharp gaze and calm demeanor, often provided insight into the noble circles he would be navigating. She explained the importance of subtlety, how even the slightest misstep could raise suspicion. Julius, on the other hand, focused on preparing him for the physical and mental challenges ahead.

"Remember," Julius had said during one of their late-night discussions, "you're not just pretending to be a noble. You're stepping into the identity of someone from one of the most respected warrior families. You'll be expected to live up to that reputation, both in demeanor and in skill."

Despite these lessons, there were still glaring gaps in what Cassian knew about the mission. For one, he had no idea how he was supposed to get into the Academy of Valtross in the first place. Julius and Rowena remained tight-lipped about the specifics, only hinting that it would be handled.

"You'll see soon enough," Julius had said cryptically when Cassian pressed him for details.

The one thing Julius had been clear about, however, was that fighting would definitely be involved.

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"Some of the best warriors your age," Julius had said during one of their earlier conversations, "will be there. It won't just be about strength or technique—it'll be about how you think, how you adapt. The academy looks for more than just raw talent. They want the whole package."

Those words stuck with Cassian as he tried to piece together what the recruitment process might involve. Sparring made sense, but what else? Was it just a test of combat skills, or would they challenge his ability to blend into the noble world as well?

In the meantime, he threw himself into his training. His days were filled with lessons on everything from the art of conversation to the subtleties of reading a room full of nobles. Rowena, ever patient but firm, drilled him on proper etiquette and how to navigate social interactions without giving away too much.

Julius, on the other hand, focused on honing his physical and mental discipline. "You're going to need every edge you can get," he had said. "This isn't just about pretending to be a noble. It's about surviving in a world where everyone's looking for weaknesses to exploit."Nôv(el)B\\jnn