Crimson Overlord-Chapter 379: Luna’s Training

Taking his advice, Luna switched tactics, adopting a rhythm that alternated between rapid, light attacks and sudden, powerful strikes. She darted in with one dagger aimed at his side, then spun to bring the other toward his leg. This time, she caught him off-guard for a split second, and he had to step back, just barely avoiding her blade.

Orpheus’s eyes sparkled with approval. "Good," he said, the faintest smile touching his lips. "You’re learning to adapt."

But before she could feel too pleased, he moved with a sudden burst of speed, closing the distance between them. His curved blade whirled in an arc, forcing her to block with both daggers at once. The impact nearly knocked her off balance, and she felt the weight of his strength.

"You have potential, Luna," he said softly, his voice close to her ear as he held her daggers at bay with his blade. "But remember—there’s always more to learn."

In that intense moment, Luna’s heart raced, not just from the duel but from the feeling of Orpheus’s presence so near. He let her go, stepping back and lowering his blade with a nod.

"Again," he instructed, his tone both challenging and encouraging. And so they resumed, each exchange sharpening her skills, her mind, and her resolve, as she strove to keep pace with the mysterious, powerful warrior guiding her.

As the days turned into weeks because time pass differently within his world, Luna and Orpheus fell into a rhythm of training that grew more intense with each session. Luna’s strength and agility blossomed under Orpheus’s relentless, yet thoughtful, guidance. The hidden training ground became not just a place of grueling drills and sparring but a space where an unspoken bond began to form between them. The silence between their clashes spoke volumes, filled with the subtle understanding that they were no longer just teacher and student; they were allies in top of being lovers.

One misty morning, as the sun barely seeped through the canopy above, Orpheus stood waiting, his expression unreadable. He held a different weapon this time—a long, black spear with silver inlays that caught the light like flickering stars. Luna, curious but determined, gripped her twin daggers, meeting his gaze.

"We’ll practice long-range defense today," Orpheus said, his voice steady. He spun the spear with a flick of his wrist, the air around them humming with its movement. "Close combat is important, but you need to be prepared for when an opponent keeps their distance."

Luna nodded, shifting her stance. She knew this would be a new challenge—his spear offered an advantage in reach, and she’d have to rely on speed and strategy more than ever. Orpheus lunged forward, his spear slicing through the space between them with a grace that belied its power. Luna sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the tip as it whistled past her ear.

"Good. Keep moving," Orpheus called, his expression one of focused approval. He pressed on, attacking in a seamless flow of thrusts and sweeps that forced her to stay agile. Luna ducked and spun, her daggers deflecting strikes when they came close, her muscles burning as she pushed herself to keep pace.

Beads of sweat formed on her brow as she began to see the pattern in his movements. Her mind raced, assessing the gaps in his attacks. With a burst of energy, she darted forward between his strikes, slashing at his side. Orpheus twisted, pivoting smoothly to block her dagger with the shaft of his spear. freeweɓnøvel.com

"Think beyond the immediate attack, Luna," he said, their eyes locking as they struggled against each other’s strength. "Anticipate where your opponent will be next."

Breathing hard, Luna took a step back, considering his words. She replayed their exchange in her mind, searching for the rhythm, the beat where she could break through his defense. Then, with newfound resolve, she charged again, feinting left before spinning right. Orpheus countered, but this time, she was ready. Anticipating his reaction, she shifted her weight, driving one dagger toward the haft of the spear and using the other to reach for his shoulder.

For a moment, time seemed to pause. Orpheus’s eyes widened a fraction, and then he yielded, stepping back with a slight grin.

"Well done," he said, lowering his weapon. There was genuine pride in his voice now.

"You’re learning to read not just the battle, but your opponent."

Luna’s chest heaved, a smile breaking through her exhaustion. This victory, however small, felt monumental. She sheathed her daggers, glancing up at him. The usually stoic warrior seemed lighter, his features softened by a rare expression of admiration. Yet the shadow she had noticed before lingered just at the edge of his smile, a reminder that there was still so much she didn’t know about him.

As they packed up for the day, Orpheus’s voice broke the quiet. "Luna, soon there will come a day when this training is tested—not just by me, but by forces that will seek to break you."

She met his gaze, the weight of his words settling in her chest. "I know," she replied, her voice steady despite the unease that coiled in her stomach. "And I’ll be ready."

Orpheus nodded, though the somber look in his eyes said more than words could. He turned away, and as he did, Luna caught a glimpse of an old scar running down the length of his back, mostly hidden by the fabric of his tunic. It looked deep, the kind of wound that left more than just a physical mark. She felt a pang of curiosity and concern, realizing that the secrets he guarded were not just burdens but battles he had once survived.

They walked back in silence, the air between them charged with a mixture of anticipation and unspoken promises. Luna knew that whatever trials lay ahead, this training was shaping her into something more—someone stronger, sharper, and ready to stand beside Orpheus, even if it meant facing the darkness that haunted him.

But even as she steeled herself, she couldn’t help but wonder: when the time came, would she be prepared not just to fight, but to uncover the truth hidden in the depths of Orpheus’s eyes?