The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Chapter 107: The Unanticipated Encounter

Klaus exited his room, stepping into the quiet corridor of the Lionhart Youth Training Ground dormitory. The silence was almost palpable, a stark contrast to the usual bustling atmosphere. Every other trainee was still deep in sleep, and the dormitory, usually alive with conversation and footsteps, was now eerily still. Klaus moved quietly, as if not to disturb this rare tranquility, his footsteps barely making a sound on the cold stone floor.

His mind, however, was anything but quiet. Thoughts of Greed plagued him, the strange disappearance unsettling him more than he cared to admit. The questions whirled in his head like a storm—where had Greed gone, and why? He didn’t have answers, only a gnawing sense of unease that refused to leave him. He looked down at the object clutched tightly in his hand: the dark egg. Its smooth surface felt cold against his skin, but for some reason, he held onto it. Perhaps it was a way to ground himself, or perhaps, deep down, he didn’t want to feel so alone.

The training ground loomed ahead, its vast emptiness a stark contrast to the usual bustling activity when all the trainees were out honing their skills. Klaus had grown accustomed to that energy, to the shouts, the sounds of wooden swords clashing, and the determined grunts of his peers. But now, the emptiness felt strange, almost haunting. The sky above was still dark, with the first faint hints of orange light just beginning to creep over the horizon, signaling the dawn of a new day.

He placed the black egg down gently on the ground, its ominous presence lingering even as he turned his back on it. Grabbing a wooden sword from the rack, Klaus felt the familiar weight settle into his hand. Training—that was the one thing that always helped clear his mind. The rhythm of movement, the repetition of strikes—it had a way of pushing everything else aside. Today, more than ever, he needed that focus.

Klaus began to swing his sword. The motion was simple, yet precise—each swing cutting through the air with a soft swish. His muscles moved automatically, his body remembering the drills he had practiced countless times. The stillness of the early morning surrounded him, broken only by the quiet whistle of his wooden sword slicing the air.

SWOSH

SWOSH

SWOSH

With every swing, he felt a small part of his tension ease, his thoughts growing quieter. It was as though the movement itself was drawing the turmoil from his mind, leaving him with only the simplicity of the act. The sky, still painted in the hues of early dawn, began to brighten slowly, the deep blues and purples giving way to shades of orange and pink as the sun prepared to rise.

He became lost in the repetition, each swing blending into the next. Time seemed to lose its meaning as his body moved through the motions, and soon Klaus wasn’t sure how long he had been at it. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours—he didn’t know. The only thing he knew was the rhythm of the wooden sword in his hand, the air parting around it as it arced through the stillness of the training ground.

SWOSH

SWOSH

SWOSH

Unbeknownst to Klaus, a pair of eyes watched him from the shadows.

Nicholas Davoss stood a short distance away, observing Klaus’s every move. Like every morning, Nicholas had intended to begin his own early training routine, but today, he had been surprised to find that someone had beaten him to it. Usually, Nicholas was always the first to arrive at the training grounds, taking advantage of the quiet before the others woke. He preferred it that way—alone, with only the sound of his own movements and the silent whispers of his thoughts.

But today was different. Klaus was there before him, swinging his wooden sword with an intensity that seemed out of place for the early hour.

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Nicholas’s eyes, however, were drawn not just to Klaus, but to the black egg that lay behind him, resting on the ground. The moment he saw it, Nicholas felt a cold shiver run down his spine. His unique ability—one that had carried over from his past lives—allowed him to see things others could not, and that egg… it had runes on it. Dangerous runes, pulsating and shifting across its surface like dark shadows. He knew Klaus couldn’t see them, but Nicholas could. He had seen those runes the day before, swirling around the egg with a dark energy that made his skin crawl. Yet now, they were gone.

How?

How had Klaus, someone who clearly wasn’t aware of the danger, managed to rid the egg of those runes? Nicholas, for all his experience from reliving his life again and again, had never encountered anything like it. The runes had been something even he wasn’t sure he could deal with, and yet Klaus stood there, oblivious, as if nothing had happened.

Nicholas’s mind raced. He had lived through seven lifetimes, each time dying and waking up again in the body of his younger self. He had seen many things, and learned many secrets, and yet Klaus was an anomaly. In every life Nicholas had lived, Klaus had never existed. This boy, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, had disrupted the natural order of Nicholas’s memories. That alone made him dangerous, but now… now Nicholas wasn’t sure if Klaus was a threat or a potential ally in the fight that loomed over the continent.

SWOSH

SWOSH

SWOSH

The sound of Klaus’s wooden sword filled the air once more, breaking through Nicholas’s thoughts. He watched as Klaus continued to train, his body moving with an intensity that belied his youth. Nicholas hesitated. Should he approach Klaus? Should he warn him about the egg and the danger it posed? Or would that only reveal too much of what Nicholas himself knew—secrets that he wasn’t ready to share?

Klaus didn’t seem to notice the red eyes watching him, nor did he seem aware of the danger that still lurked just beneath the surface of that egg. But Nicholas couldn’t shake the feeling that, one way or another, their fates were intertwined. He just didn’t know yet whether Klaus was someone he could trust.

For now, Nicholas decided to stay silent. There would be a time for answers, but that time wasn’t now. He would continue to watch, to observe. If Klaus truly was as dangerous as Nicholas feared, then the choice of whether to confront him would have to be made soon enough.

But for now, the early morning stillness remained unbroken, save for the soft swish of Klaus’s wooden sword cutting through the air.