“Well, you are still a cute little hatchling. You just need to know there are two Types of Transformation of mana for now. Don’t try to run before you can even stand properly. Let's get back on the topic of Mana.”

Sargon's mother further continued to explain to him that mana is like the infinite, it is both everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It is both within all things and outside of them, much like how the infinite is both inside and outside of all creation.

She also told him that mana is like the visible and invisible, as it can be seen through its effects, but it cannot be seen directly with the Normal Human eyes, well not that of Lower realm Mages at least unless it was that Race.

She continued to explain that mana is a reflection of the natural world, just as the natural world is a reflection of mana. She said that just as the world is in constant motion and change, so too is mana. It is always moving and changing, yet it remains the same at its core.

Furthermore, she told him that mana is whole and complete in itself, and everything else is simply a manifestation of it. Just as the infinite is complete in itself and everything else is a manifestation of it.

Sargon listened to his mother's words with rapt attention, trying to grasp the complex concepts she was describing. As he continued to practice manipulating his mana, he began to understand the truth of her words. He saw how mana was both fluid and constant, always moving yet never truly changing. He saw how it was both inside and outside of all things, yet remained whole and complete in itself.

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"That is Whole and Complete.

This is Complete and Whole.

From Wholeness what could arise if not the whole.

Of the Whole Taking the Whole out Wholeness alone remains."

This particular verse about the Qualities of Mana was struck in his mind and kept on repeating inside his head while he was doing all these training sessions. He was deeply fascinated by the meaning it Implied. It also felt somewhat familiar to him.

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Evening Came. Sun was also shining it’s warm goodbye to the City.

Saifer Apollo had come to his home after hours of Bureaucratic grind. Without even changing clothes he went into Sargon’s room.

“Looks like Sofia went easy on you. Look at you just relaxing your ass off here.”, scoffed Saifer in a lovingly condescending tone.

“Language Saifer, looks like the kid is learning all your bad habits.”, harrumphed Sofia.

“Aye Aye Captain.”, mocked Saifer.

“Dad. it isn’t fair you wouldn’t know i was working my as.. I mean my body off to learn magic. It’s just been an hour since I rested nicely.”, replied Sargon in a tone of seeking to get justice.

But it got on the nerve of his father. Something clicked in his mind.I am working day and Nights and these guys are here relaxing and chilling?

“You seek justice is it ? But this is my house and I am the Suprem… I mean High Judge.Instead of justice , I declare you guilty of slacking. Now onto the Sword training in the hall.”, he was laughing inside thinking the Hell Sargon is going to go through hell.

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“Oho High Judge didn’t you say you were going to teach him swordplay after he had formed his 1st Circle. he truly gave his 110%......”

“Alright Alright,, I know what you are implying. I will go easy with this brat. What kind of Cruel person do you think of me . Haiyaa”,compelled Saifer Apollo.

“Alright permission granted.”

“Thankyou Supreme Judge. Sargon lets go now. Enough with chit chat.”

tsk tsk, i am not even able to exercise my rights as father anytime i Want. I still remember clearly the bonding i shared with father during mentorship.

Saifer envisioned himself in his childhood days getting a lot of beating..ahem Training with his father.He pleaded he would do the same to his Son so that the Family tradition will continue on its shining beacon towards the future.

The WHole Apollo family arrived in the Training Room. there was a slightly elevated square platform with a ring of rope at its base forming a circle.

“Pick your sword from the blunt section in the right corner.”

“Dad are there any blunt Sabers? I want to focus on Saber.”, sargon asked while on inside he was sad.

Sad that he didn’t get to choose as he was forced to choose the path of saber by Darth Reliance.He had made a wise decision to start training from the saber so that he won’t even taste how good and Cool and Heroic playing with Sword feels like.

“Uhmmmmm. alright if you really want to choose a barbaric and peasant like weapon what can i say. Perhaps you did inherit some qualities from your mother as well.Haha. SO be it there is no forcing things.”

“What did you just say ? wait till you are done then i ill see you hmph.”, Sofia sargon’s mom was now truly enrage. he hadn’t seen her angry face for a while.

Look, look what it is if not Karma biting you back. Sargon was quite pleased with the scenario.

The truth was Saifer Sargon's father, a seasoned swordsman, had always hoped that his son would follow in his footsteps and become a master of the blade. But when Sargon expressed a desire to learn the ways of the saber instead, his father was hesitant.

He had always believed that the sword was the superior weapon, with its sharp point and elegant curves. But his son's craving for the saber was not something usually seen, and in the end, he relented.

Together, they practiced with every exchange, the clang of metal on metal echoing through the platform of the Training Hall.

Sargon's father was strict but patient, correcting his son's form and technique with a gentle hand.

As they sparred, Sargon felt his confidence growing. He loved the way the saber felt in his hand, its weight and balance perfect for his body.

The Sword would have looked really cool though. He still lamented his fate that seemingly wanted him to be a brain-dead barbarian mutt-like character in his own story.

However he was still pleased.But it wasn't just the weapon that made him happy. It was the time he spent with his father, the way they moved together in perfect harmony.

Sargon felt a sense of closeness and understanding that he had never experienced before.

Although few teachings and guides were passed on by his father. This was for the most part Sword sparring. It was rough but practical. Importantly it was more fun than his Class with mother which was much more orderly.

His father was teaching him more than just swordplay; he was passing down a tradition, a way of life.Now he was interested somewhat in learning Immortal Art of Thunder Blazing Saber.

As the sun began to set on the horizon, Sargon and his father finally sheathed their swords and sabers respectively. They were both sweating and breathing heavily, but there was a smile on their faces. Sargon's father clapped him on the back, a proud glint in his eye.

"You're going to get better with every exchange of the blade.It seems like you indeed have a slightly above average amount of talent in Blade arts,well I may be wrong" he said. "Remember that in the case of arts of Weapons talent alone is not enough. In Fact it only determines how fast you can learn things. Nonetheless I'm proud of you, son.I hope you will shine brightly like the sun one day.”

“Now let's have dinner in peace.”

“Those who can’t understand true pain will never understand true peace. Father you shall know pain while i Stuff myself with luxuries.”, teased Sargon.

Saifer then remembered something and looked in the direction of Sofia, the heat coming from there was high.

“Oh Forgive me, Supreme Judge. Have Mercy on me, your husband.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhh”