Chapter 384: Chapter 384

Both turned their attention to Chatty, who was clumsily attempting to mimic Master Aeris’s footwork, nearly tripping over in the process.

Butler Oda let out a quiet sigh. "He’s spirited."

Ling Li smirked, amusement dancing in her eyes. "He’s a walking explosion."

The twins erupted in giggles, their laughter like bells as they watched Chatty flail, then turned their attention back to Master Aeris, who had just launched into a stunning spiraling leap, sending a gust of wind cascading through the field like a musical note.

"Can we train with him?" Kim Kim whispered, eyes alight with dreams of flight.

"When we’re big?" Chin Chin chimed in eagerly.

Ling Li pressed soft kisses atop their heads, her heart full. "When you’re ready."

"Yey!" Both Twins cheered, their eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Nightfall Reflections: Four Eyes and Shun

The moon hung low over the training field, a luminous orb casting a silvery glow across the dew-laden grass, transforming it into a shimmering sea of diamonds. Most of the trainees had retreated into the embrace of night, their weary bodies worn out and minds still reeling from the challenging trial set by Master Nerun.

But not Four Eyes and Shun.

They sat on a sturdy flat stone at the valley’s edge, shielding themselves from the cool night breeze. An almost palpable silence enveloped them, stretching like a finely drawn bowstring, taut with unsaid words.

Shun shattered the quiet first.

"I thought I’d truly mastered my flame," he mused, his voice barely above a whisper. "But when that sound hit... it turned against me. It felt as if it no longer recognized who I was."

Four Eyes lingered in contemplation, his gaze fixed on the moon, its light reflecting off his lens-covered eyes, rendering them inscrutable.

"I didn’t hear anything," he finally replied, his voice deep and resonant. "No voice, no echoes of memory. Just... silence. It felt as if the world had chosen to forget me."

Shun turned to him, eyebrows raised in surprise. "That sounds oddly peaceful."

Four Eyes shook his head slowly, his expression grave. "It wasn’t peaceful. It was like being erased, as if I’d never existed in the first place."

A chill wind whispered through the night.

Shun reclined, leaning back on his hands, contemplative. "Do you think the ’Eye’ shows us what we fear the most?"

"No," Four Eyes countered firmly. "I believe it reveals what we’ve buried deep within ourselves."

Once again, silence draped over them, heavy with understanding and unspoken fears.

Then Shun let out a soft laugh. "You know what’s striking? I used to think Otako’s men were mere monsters. But now, I’m beginning to see them as mirrors."

Four Eyes smirked, a hint of irony in his expression. "Terrifying, soul-crushing mirrors, no less."

Shun nodded in agreement, their shared insight creating a bond of camaraderie.

They clinked their water gourds together as if toasting an unspoken pact.

"To survive the next test," Shun declared.

"To not tatter in front of the twins," Four Eyes added, laughter spilling from them — soft, tired, yet genuine in the serene night.

The Next Day: Chatty and the Echo Stones

Morning light spilled across the training grounds, unveiling a more subdued atmosphere enveloped in the soft hues of dawn.

Most trainees were still lost in meditation or engaged in light drills, trying to ground themselves after the previous day’s intensity. Yet in a more minor, circular clearing behind the main ridge stood Chatty, alone but resolute, facing Butler Oda.

Before him lay seven Echo Stones — smooth, obsidian-like orbs etched with intricate rings that pulsed softly like a heartbeat, each radiating a different frequency that vibrated just beyond the threshold of hearing yet resonated deeply within.

Oda, standing tall with arms crossed, exuded a calm authority, his expression a careful blend of firmness and patience.

"These stones will reflect your inner resonance," he proclaimed, his voice steady. "They hold no secrets, offer no leniency, and their indifference will not soften your fears."

Chatty swallowed hard, butterflies churning in his stomach. "So... they’re like Master Nerun, but portable?"

Oda’s lips remained in a thin line, devoid of any humor. "They’re like Nerun if he lacked all patience."

With an authoritative gesture, he directed Chatty’s attention to the first stone. "Begin."

Taking a deep breath, Chatty stepped forward and pressed his palm against the orb.

A low hum vibrated through his skin, coursing like electricity from his hand to his chest, thrumming rhythmically in his skull.

Suddenly, he was transported back to the courtyard of his childhood home, surrounded by the taunts and laughter of familiar voices. Panic surged as his aura flared bright, and the stone glowed a fierce red.

"Breathe," Oda instructed, his voice unwavering. "Anchor yourself. Don’t react. Witness and observe."

Gritting his teeth, Chatty forced his breath to steady, each inhale a battle against the tide of anxiety.

Gradually, the memory faded, and the stone dimmed.

He moved to the second stone.

This one felt sharper, akin to needles of sound stabbing into his ribs. Vivid images of failure surged back, shadows mocking him with the animated faces of former friends.

With a sudden weakness, his knees buckled, but Oda was there, catching him just before he succumbed to the ground.

"You’re not here to win," Oda explained, his voice resolute. "You are here to rediscover who you are when everything else has been stripped away."

Chatty nodded, trembling, determination flickering within him.

Approaching the third stone, he steeled himself.

This time, he didn’t resist the pull of the sound.

He let it wash over him, revealing the memories hidden within.

When the sound arrived—his mother’s voice, warm and filled with pride — he welcomed it, his heart swelling.

A golden pulse shimmered from the stone.

Oda’s gaze sharpened, impressed by the shift.

"Good," he affirmed, his tone acknowledging the progress. "Again!"

Echo Stone Sequence: Chatty’s Completion

The fourth stone throbbed gently, emitting a low, mournful hum that seemed to resonate with a distant sorrow. Chatty hesitated, feeling the cool surface beneath his fingertips, his hand trembling — not from fear, but from an unshakeable anticipation of what lay ahead.

As soon as his skin connected with the stone, the sound surged, filling the air not with volume, but with a profound depth — like a heartbeat echoing through the hollow chambers of an abandoned house. In an instant, he was no longer enveloped by the tranquil clearing; he was transported back to the grimy alley behind the old grain market, curled beneath a battered cart, where the relentless rain soaked through the thin fabric of his tunic. The world around him was indifferent — no passersby glanced his way, no voices cried out his name.