Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 494

Chapter 494: The world moves on
Noah saw the massive fist coming at his face, displacing air in its wake.

He moved his head left. The fist passed through where he’d been standing half a second ago, Seraleth’s knuckles creating a visible shockwave that made the recruits standing twenty feet away lean back instinctively.

She didn’t pause. Her other hand came up in an uppercut aimed at his ribs. Noah twisted, felt the wind from her strike brush against his tactical suit. Before he could reset his stance, she was already pivoting, her leg sweeping low to take out his footing.

Noah jumped over the sweep, and Seraleth was waiting. She’d anticipated the jump, was already moving to intercept his landing. Her fist drove toward his chest.

He blinked.

Purple energy flared, and Noah vanished, reappearing five feet to her left.

Seraleth’s head snapped toward the sound of his reentry, her elven hearing picking up the spatial displacement. She was on him before reality fully caught up with his position, her palm strike already in motion.

Noah blocked with his forearm, felt the impact reverberate through his bones despite the reinforcement from white chi. She was strong—ridiculously strong. Eight times the strength of an average awakened human, her physiology giving her advantages that no amount of training could replicate.

She pressed forward, each strike calculated and precise. Not the wild swings of someone relying on superior strength, but the disciplined attacks of military training refined over years. Her movements were fluid, economical, no wasted motion. Every punch created openings for the next, every feint set up actual attacks.

Noah gave ground, dodging and weaving. He could feel the recruits watching, could sense their attention locked on this exchange. Seraleth moved like water, adjusting to his defensive patterns, adapting mid-combination when he blocked or evaded.

Her fist came at his face again. Noah ducked, blinked behind her.

She spun before he fully materialized, her elbow already driving toward where his head would be. He barely got his arms up in time, took the strike on his crossed forearms. The impact sent him sliding backward across the training mat.

“You’re predictable,” Seraleth said, not even breathing hard. “You favor blinking to your opponent’s rear. Left side specifically.”

Noah reset his stance. She was right. He did have patterns.

She came at him again, faster now. Her combination was textbook perfect—jab, cross, hook, uppercut—each strike flowing into the next with mechanical precision. Noah blocked the first two, evaded the third, but the uppercut caught him in the solar plexus.

Not hard enough to really hurt. She was pulling her punches too, keeping this within sparring parameters. But the impact was solid enough to make him grunt.

He created distance, blinked again. This time to her right, breaking the pattern she’d identified.

Seraleth’s ears twitched, tracking the sound. She pivoted, but Noah was already moving, throwing a combination of his own. Jab, jab, low kick.

She blocked the punches, caught his kick with her hand, and used his extended leg to pull him off balance. Noah hit the mat, rolled, came up in a crouch.

“Better,” Seraleth said. “But you’re still holding back.”

She was right. He wasn’t using his full speed, wasn’t channeling dark chi to amplify strikes, wasn’t fighting like he would against an actual threat. This was sparring, practice, meant to teach rather than dominate.

But Seraleth clearly wanted more.

She closed the distance in two steps, her speed making the recruits gasp. Her fist came at Noah’s face, and this time he didn’t dodge. He caught her wrist, twisted, tried to use her momentum against her.

Seraleth went with the throw, turned it into a roll, came up behind him. Her arm wrapped around his neck, her legs hooking his waist, putting him in a rear choke.

Noah grabbed her arm, tried to break the hold. Her grip was iron, her elven strength making the position nearly unbreakable without using abilities that would cross the line from sparring to actual combat.

He could feel her breath against his ear, could sense her muscles tense as she prepared to apply pressure that would end the match.

Then he hesitated.

Just for a second. Just long enough for his brain to register that this was Seraleth, that applying the force needed to break this hold might actually hurt her, that—

She tightened the choke, her legs squeezing his midsection. “Yield.”

Noah tapped her arm twice.

Seraleth released him immediately, rolling away and standing in one fluid motion. Noah got to his feet, rubbing his neck where her arm had been.

The recruits burst into applause. Diana, standing at the edge of the training mat with her arms crossed, was smiling.

“Kelvin!” Diana called out, not looking away from Seraleth. “Pay up!”

From somewhere near the door, Kelvin groaned. “He let her win! That doesn’t count!”

“A win’s a win,” Diana replied cheerfully. “Hand it over.”

Seraleth approached Noah, her expression serious despite the victory. “You went easy on me.”

“It’s sparring—”

“No.” She cut him off. “Not just pulling punches. You hesitated at the end. You could have broken that hold with your strength alone, but you chose not to.”

Noah opened his mouth to argue, then closed it. She was right.

“In a real fight, that hesitation gets you killed,” Seraleth continued. “Your enemy will not show mercy because you are friends. They will use every opening, exploit every moment of weakness.”

“I know—”

“Do you?” Her pale eyes held his gaze. “Because from where I stood, it felt like you were more concerned with not hurting me than with winning the engagement.”

The recruits had gone quiet, sensing this had shifted from post-sparring banter to actual instruction.

“You didn’t use any of your abilities besides the spatial displacement,” Seraleth said. “No energy manipulation, no chi enhancement, none of the tools that make you dangerous. In a real fight, you are much more annoying for your enemies. But here, you showed me only what you thought was safe.”

Noah felt heat rising in his cheeks. Being lectured on combat by someone he’d been going easy on was embarrassing, but she wasn’t wrong.

“Even in sparring, there must be a certain degree of lethality,” Seraleth continued. “Not to harm, but to teach. To prepare. Your recruits need to understand what real combat feels like, not sanitized versions where everyone holds back.”

She turned to address the watching recruits. “Your leader is powerful. Stronger than most of you will ever be. But in this match, he showed you his weakness—he cares too much about not hurting his allies. In battle, that compassion is a liability.”

Diana snorted. “She’s got you there, Noah.”

“Thanks for the support,” Noah muttered.

Seraleth’s expression softened slightly. “I am not criticizing you as a person. Your compassion is admirable. But as a warrior, you must learn to separate training from friendship. When we spar, we are not friends. We are opponents. Treat it as such.”

“Point taken,” Noah said.

“Good.” Seraleth turned back to the recruits. “Who wants to go next?”

Several hands went up immediately, the recruits eager to test themselves against someone who’d just beaten one of their faction leaders.

Noah stepped off the mat, moving to where Diana stood. She handed him a water bottle with a knowing smile.

“She’s good,” Diana observed.

“She’s military trained. Seven-foot space elf with ridiculous biological advantages and decades of combat experience.” Noah took a drink. “Of course she’s good.”

“Which is why—” Noah raised his voice so everyone could hear, “—Seraleth and Diana will be taking over primary combat training from here on out.”

The announcement drew surprised looks from the recruits. Seraleth’s expression shifted to something between honor and uncertainty.

“I’ve got other duties to handle,” Noah continued. “Faction leadership, contract coordination, the usual administrative garbage. Diana’s been handling tactical instruction anyway, and Seraleth—” he gestured to the elf, “—is a captain in her homeworld’s military. She has more extensive hand-to-hand combat experience than anyone in this building.”

“Happy to serve,” Seraleth said, her formal military bearing returning.

One of the newer recruits, a guy maybe nineteen years old, raised his hand hesitantly. “Captain Seraleth, how old are you? I mean, you mentioned decades of experience, and—”

“That’s inappropriate,” Diana cut in sharply. “You don’t ask a woman her age, especially not your commanding officer.”

“I apologize,” the recruit said quickly.

Seraleth smiled slightly. “It is fine. By your human standards, I am considered young for my species. But our lifespans are longer, so ‘young’ means something different.”

She didn’t elaborate, and nobody was brave enough to push for specifics.

The past week had been productive. Eclipse Faction was moving from concept to reality faster than Noah had expected. Everyone had roles now, clear responsibilities that kept the organization functioning.

Sophie handled contracts and external relations, her diplomatic skills making her perfect for negotiating with settlements and other factions. Diana managed tactical operations and training. Kelvin split time between his workshop and field deployments. Sam coordinated logistics and recruitment.

And the recruits—now forty strong—were beginning to gel as a unit. The original ten had proven themselves capable enough to start mentoring newer members. Teams were forming naturally, people gravitating toward others whose abilities complemented their own.

The faction building hummed with activity. Teams returned from contracts, processed their kills through Sam’s systems, collected payment, and headed out again. The armory was better stocked now. Medical had actual supplies instead of basic first aid kits. Even the living quarters felt less like temporary housing and more like actual homes.

Everything was moving well.

Except one thing.

It had been days, and Lila hadn’t shown up yet.