It's been 30 minutes since Kael and the others left their home in the countryside. They were heading to the nearest city, a journey that would take more than three hours. The rhythmic clatter of the horse's hooves and the creaking of the carriage filled the air as they moved steadily along the path.

"Alright, straight to the city," shouted Victor, his voice cutting through the stillness of the countryside.

Kael, sitting next to Beatrice, couldn't contain his curiosity. "So, where are we going, Grandfather?"

"We're going to my daughter's place, to your aunt's place," Victor replied, his tone firm.

"Aunt? I have an aunt? I didn't know that," said Kael, surprised.

Victor sighed deeply. "That's because of your father. He's a strong man but an arrogant and overbearing person at heart. Your aunt and your father don't have a good relationship, nor do I with him," Victor said, his voice tinged with anger.

Kael pondered this new information. "Oh, well, one more question: how did you find out about me?"

Victor started to answer, "Oh, that's actually..." but was abruptly interrupted by the shouting of a soldier.

"Sir, we are in danger! We've been attacked by some unknown men," the soldier panted, breathing fast.

Victor's face hardened. "What!" he shouted, angrily getting off the carriage. "Who dares to attack us in broad daylight?" he muttered under his breath.

Kael, confusion and fear mixing in his mind, thought, "Attacked? But why now? How do they know about this?" He quickly followed Victor out of the carriage.

Beatrice, her face pale with fear, thought, "No, no, no. They have started their attack. This is bad. This is seriously bad news. Please, God, save us." She started to get off the carriage but was stopped by Kael, who gave her a reassuring nod.

Victor, now outside the carriage, demanded, "What happened? Who dares to attack me, Victor P. Aran?"

A gruff voice responded, "Look here, old man."

Victor turned to see a group of men approaching. His eyes narrowed as he recognized their emblem. "That emblem... So, you have already made arrangements for this situation, my son," Victor thought, his mind racing.

The leader of the attackers smirked, "We've been waiting for this moment, Victor. Hand over the boy and no one gets hurt."

Victor's eyes blazed with fury. "Over my dead body," he growled, drawing his sword.

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The soldiers surrounding the carriage readied their weapons, tension crackling in the air. The stage was set for a confrontation, the peaceful countryside now a battleground.

Victor glanced at Kael. "Stay close and be ready to run if I give the word," he instructed them.

"Yes, Grandfather," Kael replied, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him.

Victor stepped forward, facing the attackers. "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get," he declared, his voice unwavering.

The leader of the attackers laughed. "Very well, old man. Let's see if you still have the skills that made you a legend."

As the two sides prepared to clash, Kael couldn't help but think, "This is just the beginning."

The clash of swords and the crackle of magic filled the air as the battle raged on.

"Watch your steps, old man," sneered the leader, charging straight at Victor with his sword raised.

Victor smirked, "Me?" In a blur of motion, he used his incredible speed to close the distance instantly. With a swift and precise strike, his sword connected with the leader's head. The man didn't have time to react; he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

A stunned silence fell over the battlefield. Everyone froze, eyes wide in disbelief at Victor's display of skill.

Victor stood tall, his presence commanding respect. "Anyone else want to challenge me?" he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.

Kael, standing behind Victor and watching in awe, thought, "What was that? He teleported... no, his speed is just that incredible. Amazing."

Victor turned to the remaining attackers, his eyes cold and focused. "Are you ready, brats? One Sword Style: Aran's Water Form, Rain Dance."

Without warning, Victor launched himself forward at full speed. He moved in a zigzag pattern, a blur of motion that seemed impossible to track. One by one, he struck each man with precise, lightning-fast blows. In the blink of an eye, all the men were down, sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

Victor stood amidst the fallen attackers, his sword gleaming in the sunlight. He barely seemed to have broken a sweat. "Anyone else?" he called out, his voice echoing in the stunned silence that followed his remarkable display of skill.

"Now I understand why he was one of the best swordsmen of his time," thought Kael, awe-struck.

"Let's move on. Leave them here," said Victor, his voice commanding and calm.

Everything slowly returned to normal as the group resumed their journey to the next city. The rhythmic clatter of the horse's hooves filled the air once again.

After a few minutes of silence, Kael couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "Grandfather, what technique was that?" he asked.

Victor glanced at him, his expression softening momentarily. "Oh, that technique has been passed down in the Aran family from ancient times. But your foolish father thinks it's powerless and never bothered to learn it," he said, his tone shifting from soft to angry.

"Can I... can I learn this? Please, I promise I'll do my best. Teach me. I want to become strong," Kael pleaded, his eyes and voice filled with determination.

Victor studied Kael for a moment, then spoke gravely, "It will be hard, boy. It's not child's play, you know what I mean. Are you prepared for this?" he asked in a loud, challenging voice.

"Yes, sir. I am ready. I will do my best," Kael replied, his voice steady and resolute.

Victor nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Very well. We will start your training soon. But remember, strength comes with great responsibility. You must be ready to face whatever challenges come your way."

"I understand, Grandfather. Thank you," Kael said, feeling a surge of excitement and purpose.

As they continued their journey, the bond between them grew stronger, with Kael looking forward to the challenges ahead and the promise of becoming a skilled swordsman like his grandfather.