He woke up a few hours later feeling much better, although he was still missing some scales he didn’t even feel sore anymore. When he thoroughly checked himself, he confirmed he should be able to use a dragon breath now, still no spell slinging though.

He quickly scanned through his Ancestral knowledge to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid like setting his insides on fire instead of shooting the fire outwards. Readying himself, he breathed in as deeply as he could. When he breathed out, he started channeling mana through his magic core, causing it to expel flames, these were then channeled inside his throat to be shot out with the help of his breath, creating a majestic cone of fire. Or that’s what was supposed to happen, in reality, he didn’t have a good enough grasp on his flames, resulting in them making their way outside his head instead of inside his throat, giving him funny looking flaming manes while breathing heavily.

‘…Seriously? This is just ridiculous, if my sister saw me like this, I would have to kill her to make sure this shame would never be known to anyone else.’

Expelling the flames on his head, he readied himself for another try… with exactly the same result. He refused to give up though, and after more than an hour, he finally managed to control the flames enough to force them inside his throat instead of around his head. He was out of breath at this point though, so, not knowing better, he breathed in, doing exactly what he tried to avoid by checking his Ancestral knowledge; setting his lungs on fire.

“Fu-*cough* Fuck! *cough cough* Of course I breath it in! *cough* Nothing les th- *cough* than that with my *cough cough* rotten luck!”

‘Damnit, if I wasn’t resistant to fire as a Nether Dragon, I could have died from that’

He paused his training for a moment to let his lungs heal before he resumed his training. After some time and the necessary problems “Fuck! *cough cough*”, he managed to time the flames and the breathing perfectly, shooting his first ever dragon breath. Though, it wasn’t the perfect cone that always gets shown, but just the normal flow of his breathing, just on fire.

‘Wait, that’s it? I trained so much just for this? Nonono, this won’t do, this can be better, much better.’

With normal dragons, they grow up in a sheltered environment where they get praised for only doing this much and normally just kept it at this, and when their control over magic improved, they used that to shape their breath attacks. It was at this moment though, the moment that he refused to stay stuck at this level and thought of methods to improve himself here and now, that he begun the development of an attack that later would be one of his most renown weapons. Looking through his Ancestral knowledge, he found breathing techniques from human monks through which they used their frail bodies to the maximum, and combined them with the mana breathing mages used to change the power they received to mana capacity(temporary name, will probably chance later on), he began training with the two until they were adapted to his dragon body, shaping and guiding his breath into the forms he wanted with minimal mana usage. Although even with such a small consumption he could barely keep it up because of his low reserves, he felt he accomplished something and immediately tried it out with a dragon breath.

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Once again, he readied himself and breathed in deeply, when his lungs were completely filled up, he calmly breathed out while at the same time channeling a little bit of mana in his magic core. Although the amount of mana used to make flames was les than before, because his breath itself contained mana, it ignited with much more effect than the basic breathing fire out, at this point, he had literally set the air on fire instead of letting it carry the fire. Not only was such a thing much more deadly, it also provided more control over the flames because they kept following the mana infused air to keep burning instead of dispersing like normal, creating a perfect cone.

While this sounded impressive, it both wasn’t and was incredibly impressive; while older dragons automatically had mana infused in the air they breath, giving a much stronger dragon breath, they never had to work for this and would never be able to control their breathing to the same extend he would be able to later on. They also didn’t see a need to do so, with how big an adult dragon normally is, the mana used in a dragon breath is even more than a normal spell of the same level, while it had great AOE, the destructive force wasn’t as much as a concentrated spell, so they usually don’t use breath attacks unless against those multiple times weaker than them, for which they didn’t need that much control, just torch them and be over with it. Because this prejudice, breath attacks never got explored that much.

His dragon breath though, had enough room for improvement to the point it could become a lethal weapon even against other dragons at his level, except dragons from the flame dragon family and a few of the aqua dragon family of course.

Finally satisfied with the result, he decided to risk it and go out for a little bit to hunt. After eating some rabbits to fill him up and, he got curious about the state his sister currently in was and there was still no sign of the wyvern, so he made his way to the former den of the boar while being wary of the wyvern reappearing.

When he arrived though, there wasn’t a sign of his sister.

‘Seems like the dumb lizard got her, shame.’

Carefully, he went to the entrance of the den to see if there was something useful in the den. After checking one last time the wyvern wasn’t flying above him, he entered the den. After walking for a little bit, he could hear hurried breathing.

‘Something else is here? Seems like it either had kids or something else took it for themselves, or both.’

Silencing himself, he sneaked closer, he heard the breathing stopping, signaling the other creature noticed him and also tried to conceal its presence. Slowly, he took the last steps and looked in the wider, circular part where the boar used to sleep, and also right at the face of his sister. At that moment, they both froze up and just looked at each other. His sister had grown too and was now 1,2m.

“Brother?”

“Yes?”

“Brother!”

At that moment she excitedly jumped up and towards him, he obviously just smacked her face with his claw.

“Keep your distance.”

She just stood up again, already used to his behavior and happily looked up to him.

“Thanks for luring the wyvern away and saving me! Without you it would have surely eaten me while I couldn’t move!”

‘Wait, she thinks I lured it away to save her? Oh, I can milk this.’

He glared at her, doing his best not to smile at this lucky coincidence.

“Yes, so make sure it was worth it and I didn’t just risk my life for nothing.”

“For sure! You won’t regret it, I’ll never forget what you did for me!”

“You better don’t. Now, let’s go back”

While they went back they hunted a few monsters to fill themselves up. When they were back in the cave, they both decided to just go to sleep again, he because he wanted to heal as quickly as possible and his sister because she was too stressed out to sleep before. And without knowing it, they both were fantasizing about devouring that annoying wyvern.