The Invincible Young Master

-Dwight state-

In the serene garden of the Dwight mansion, the evening air was cool, with a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of trees that surrounded the estate.

The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun dipped lower, casting long, stretching shadows across the lawn. The tranquility of the scene was broken only by the sound of Alice practicing her martial arts under Zhao Shi's watchful eye.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Zhao Shi stood tall and steady, his arms crossed over his chest as he observed Alice's every move with a sharp eye.

The girl moved with a determination that contradicted her young age, her every motion precise, her focus unwavering. Beads of sweat dotted her brow, but she ignored them, her eyes fixed on an invisible opponent.

The quiet rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird were the only sounds that accompanied her rigorous training.

Zhao Shi watched as Alice executed a series of punches, each one more precise than the last, followed by a swift, well-placed kick. His gaze was sharp, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes as he watched her. He knew how far she had come in such a short time.

"Good form, Little miss," he said, his voice carrying a note of approval. "Remember, your strength comes from a solid base. Keep your stance steady."

"Um, Alice will remember that." Alice nodded, her eyes never leaving the target she had set in her mind. Her feet shifted slightly, grounding herself more firmly as she prepared for another round of attacks.

As Zhao Shi observed her, his thoughts drifted momentarily. It had only been a few days since Alice had awakened, yet her progress was nothing short of extraordinary.

The movements that took others weeks, even months, to grasp came to her with astonishing ease. She could replicate the kicks, punches, and intricate techniques he demonstrated after only a few attempts. But as impressive as her learning speed was, Zhao Shi knew she still had a long journey ahead to truly master these skills.

Her progress is remarkable, he thought to himself, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched her.

Alice continued her exercises, her movements growing more controlled and precise with each repetition.

Zhao Shi's mind wandered to his own struggles. The barriers he faced in his training seemed insurmountable, a constant reminder of his limitations. Yet watching Alice's determination gave him a glimmer of hope—if she could push through her challenges, perhaps…he could too.

In the distance, Spark lay sprawled lazily in the gazebo, his eyes half closed as he basked in the warm glow of the setting sun.

Unlike his usual carefree demeanor, today he was under close watch. Three men dressed in Dwight's white robes stood nearby, their gazes fixed on him with unwavering vigilance.

These were the guards his mother had assigned to him, a precaution after his last reckless antic. Spark glanced at them with a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

"Mother, why must you do this to me?" Spark grumbled, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

The guards, as silent as shadows, made no reply. But there was little he could do—rebellion had only led to more restrictions, and so he remained, under watchful eyes that followed his every move.

In the garden, Alice's training continued until the sun dipped below the horizon.

"Well done, little miss," Zhao Shi Clasped his hand, his voice warm with approval as he nodded at her. "That's enough for today."

Alice beamed at his words, her face glowing with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Zhao Shi!" she chirped, her voice filled with the innocence and joy of a child who had accomplished something great.

She gave him a quick, enthusiastic bow before dashing off, her small figure disappearing into the distance.

As the day faded into night, the mansion grew quiet, everyone had retired to their chambers. But for Zhao Shi, the night brought no rest.

He retreated to his room, closing the door softly behind him before sitting cross-legged on the floor.

The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a single candle flickering on a nearby table.

Zhao Shi sat cross-legged on the cold, hard floor, his back straight, his hands resting lightly on his knees. He began his breathing exercises, inhaling deeply through his nose, holding his breath for a moment, then exhaling slowly, feeling the tension in his muscles ease with each controlled breath.

His focus was absolute, his mind narrowing to the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the steady beat of his heart echoing in the quiet room.

The air around him seemed to grow heavier, thick with the energy he was desperately trying to harness. It felt as if the very atmosphere was resisting him, pressing down on his shoulders, making every breath more difficult, more labored. The weight of his struggle was palpable, a suffocating force that threatened to crush his resolve.

Every night, Zhao Shi pushed himself to the brink, trying to break through the shackles that held him back. But each attempt ended the same way—with blood seeping from his eyes and nose, the crimson droplets a stark reminder of his failure.

His vision would blur, the pain would become unbearable, and he would be forced to stop, his body betraying him before he could reach the breakthrough he so desperately sought.

The question that haunted him echoed in his mind, a relentless whisper in the darkness, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

"Why?"

He gritted his teeth, pushing harder, trying to reach beyond the invisible barrier that blocked his path. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. The memory of Alice's breakthrough was fresh in his mind, a reminder of the possibilities that lay ahead if he could only find a way to overcome his own limitations. Read new chapters at m_v-l'e-NovelBin

But as he delved deeper into his meditation, the familiar pain returned. His body tensed, and once again, the blood came, a crimson line tracing down his cheek from the corner of his eye. The frustration gnawed at him, a bitter reminder of his failure.

In the silence of the night, Zhao Shi once again whispered the question that tormented him, "Why?"

"Why can't I break through? What am I missing?" His voice was a low, desperate plea, but the room offered no answers. Only the oppressive stillness, the cold indifference of the universe, and the gnawing frustration that threatened to consume him.

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The next morning, Zhao Shi awoke from his troubled meditation, the unease of the previous night still clinging to him like a dark cloud. He dressed quickly, the routine motions doing little to dispel the weight on his mind. As he stepped into the hallway, he paused in front of Spark's door, his brow furrowing slightly.

It had been nearly a month since the gifts had stopped appearing outside Spark's room—a small mystery that had become a curious part of their daily lives.

Zhao Shi had never been able to figure out who was leaving them or why, but their absence was more unsettling than their presence had ever been.

Could Miss Yuna's departure have something to do with the gifts stopping? Zhao Shi wondered. But there were no answers in the quiet hallways, only more questions. He let out a slow breath and pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the day ahead.

As it was evening, Zhao Shi and Alice arrived at the garden, the golden light of the setting sun casting a warm, ethereal glow over the estate.

Alice's movements were sharper now, and her form was more refined with each session. Zhao Shi watched her closely, his keen eyes tracking every shift of her body, every nuance of her technique.

They were deep into their training when Zhao Shi's senses suddenly sharpened. A faint rustling sound reached his ears, followed by the soft crunch of footsteps on grass. His muscles tensed, and in an instant, he moved to stand protectively in front of Alice, his instincts flaring, his body a shield between her and the unknown presence.

The sound had come so suddenly that he hadn't sensed the approach until the last moment—a sign that the person was an expert.

Alice noticed the change in Zhao Shi's demeanor and stopped her training, her eyes widening with concern. She watched as Zhao Shi's usually calm expression became tense with focus. She followed his gaze, trying to see what had caused the sudden reaction, but the garden seemed empty, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun.

Zhao Shi's eyes narrowed as he scanned the area, his instincts screaming to be on guard. At the edge of the garden, a figure appeared, stepping out from the shadows. His golden hair glowed brightly in the fading light, catching Zhao Shi's attention immediately.

Zhao Shi's heart pounded as he locked eyes with the stranger, sensing a powerful and dangerous energy surrounding them. The very air seemed charged, almost buzzing with the figure's presence.

He had faced many dangers in his life, but this felt different—more intense, more personal.

For a brief moment, everything was still. The golden-haired figure stood motionless, their features partially hidden by the twilight, but the power radiating from him was unmistakable.

Zhao Shi's instincts screamed at him to be on guard—this was no ordinary visitor. He took his stance as he stood in front of Alice, his protective instincts kicking in.