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A day after he woke up and did the basic training to control his Spirit Power with Ao, he was fetched by Panlong in the morning, and they were sparring in the training ground located at the center of the Castle.

Kai didn't even have a wink of sleep because he meditated all night, trying to move his Spirit Power the way Ao did, but achieved no success.

And now, he was trying to land a punch toward the older man with a long beard while Ao had gone to finish some matters that piled up in her absence. Somehow, even though he moved really fast, although not as fast as his best, he couldn't land any hit on his opponent.

Unlike Kai, Panlong was not fast. He was just agile and didn't waste any of his movement. And the old dragon could guess where Kai hit next and moved first, dodging the attack before it was even sent.

"Don't use your Spirit Power, lord. My King instructed me to fix your close-range combat first because it's a mess! It's clear to me that you have no formal training and just imitated some moves you saw."

The old dragon laughed as he dodged Kai's kick.

"Huff… Huff… How can I not hit you even though I am faster?"

Kai's breath turned rough after a few minutes of no success at attacking Panlong. He slouched forward, holding onto his knees as he caught his breath.

For some reason, he got tired easily. Most of it was due to his body condition, but some were also influenced by the fact he made some big swings that missed their mark.

The old dragon, Panlong, approached him and stood with crossed arms.

"You have some waste in your movement, lord." The old dragon said, looking down at Kai. He was gigantic, standing more than 2 meters tall, with a bulky body made from an accumulation of muscles.

"But that's fine. That's why we are doing this training. I will shape you up until you have no waste in your movement. Let's do it again now! We have no time to rest!"

"Huff… Alright." Kai nodded with determination. He put up a stance once again, raising his fists. "Here I come!"

***

In the end, Kai couldn't even hit Panlong at once. Ao said the old dragon was a western fire dragon but was that a lie?

"How could a fire dragon use lightning to increase his speed?" Kai muttered in defeat as he walked down the long corridor.

His body was bruised, but it had healed thanks to his fast regeneration. But that didn't mean his mind wasn't tired from concentrating for 3 hours, trying to hit Panlong.

He was about to have lunch, so he went to the dining room. Ao had already sent him a message, saying that she was waiting. His next training would be after lunch, so this would count as his break.

"The training is hard but a bit fun. I think I can enjoy it while getting stronger so I can reach my goal."

Clenching his fist, Kai's expression hardened. Even now, thinking that the Boogeymen still used his father's body would make him angry. But he couldn't lose his emotion again. He should stay calm, or else the madness he got from Ibaraki Douji would take over him again.

When teaching him last night, Ao also explained that some Mythical Races had some weakness. For example, Ibaraki Douji and Shuten Douji. Whenever they got angry, their emotion would take over, and they would rampage without caring.

He took a deep breath and stopped in front of a big door. This should be the dining room, located near his bedroom. All doors in this Castle were gigantic, and the corridors were large. It was designed that way to accommodate the inhabitant or guests with large builds.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he pushed the door open and was captivated by the luxurious dining room. There was a long table filled with food with many chairs around it in the middle of the room. A golden chandelier lit the room with candlelight, giving it a vintage feeling.

Ao sat on one of the chairs near the entrance. When he entered, she looked at him and smiled softly. "Welcome, dear husband. Let's have lunch, shall we?"

He nodded and approached her, sitting across from her. The table was long, but it wasn't really wide. So they were still close to each other while sitting in front of each other.

When he sat and used a napkin around his neck, Ao asked a question.

"How is the training with Panlong?"

Kai couldn't help but smile bitterly. His hands that held a fork and knife stopped as he looked at the Dragon King.

"I can't even land a single hit. Am I really that weak?"

"No, dear husband. You're really strong already." Ao shook her head with a serious expression. She stopped eating and put down the utensil.

"Forgive me for being blunt, but your emotion and body are not synchronized right now. It's as if you're trying to hold something back, and your body responds as such. Hating someone in the Supernatural World is natural. You don't need to be scared of it."

"Scared, huh?" He mumbled.

Maybe that was what happened. When he was a kid, he was scared of the Boogeymen. That emotion was gone along with his memories, but he felt a bit conflicted when he regained it.

Because of the modern lifestyle, he wasn't used to the term scared of an individual or hated an individual to the point he wanted to kill them. Did he restrain himself unconsciously because he was scared of his emotion?

"How do I free myself then?" He asked, unsure about himself.

"That's what we are trying to do here, dear husband," Ao replied softly and smiled at him.

Kai looked at her, smiling back. That's right. Indeed, that was the reason why he was here. He was trying to train himself, not only his body but also his technique and mind.

"Qianlong will be able to help you with that. She's really adept at manipulating people's emotions. I've already told her what she needs to do, so just follow her instructions later."

"Alright." He nodded.

With so many people helping him, he felt really blessed. Did he really deserve this kind of attention and help? Sometimes he asked that question to himself. But he always arrived at the same answer.

'If I don't deserve it yet, then I just need to make myself better so I can proudly say that their help is the one that helped me go through difficult times.'

"Let's continue eating, my Dear. You will need a lot of stamina so you won't get exhausted later."

"Yeah."