Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Out of sight, out of mind
Noah moved through the dimly lit corridors of the Nexus Arena complex with purpose, his footsteps echoing against the polished floors. The building was quieter now, most competitors having retired to rest before tomorrow’s battles. But rest was the furthest thing from Noah’s mind.

He found Lucas in one of the auxiliary training rooms, alone, methodically working through a series of complex movements that made the air around him shimmer with barely contained lightning energy. Noah paused at the doorway, momentarily mesmerized by the fluid grace of the older student’s technique.

Lucas completed his sequence before acknowledging Noah’s presence. “Eclipse. Little late for a training session, isn’t it?”

“Could say the same to you,” Noah replied, stepping into the room.

Lucas grabbed a towel, wiping perspiration from his brow. “Number 1 or not, there’s always room for improvement.” He studied Noah’s expression. “Something’s bothering you.”

It wasn’t a question. Noah considered how much to reveal. The note from Lila still seemed too bizarre, too disconnected to mention without sounding paranoid.

“Earlier today, you mentioned concerns about irregularities in the tournament,” Noah began “Severe security measures too much for even this big of an event?”

Lucas’s expression shifted, becoming more guarded. “I did.”

“Have you learned anything more?”

The older student considered Noah for a moment before responding. “Nothing concrete. The officials aren’t exactly forthcoming with that kind of information, and the tournament organizers have been unusually tight-lipped this year.” He paused. “Why the sudden interest? This have something to do with your impressive showing today?”

“Just a feeling,” Noah replied, careful to keep his tone casual. “Something doesn’t seem right.”

Lucas studied him with renewed interest. “Trust that instinct, Eclipse. It’s served you well so far.” He returned to gathering his training equipment. “But I’ve got nothing new to share. Just keep your guard up tomorrow. The arena battles are an entirely different beast—rules are looser, stakes higher.”

Noah nodded, disappointed but not surprised. “Thanks anyway.”

“I’ll let you know if I hear anything,” Lucas offered as Noah turned to leave. “And Eclipse? Whatever’s got you looking over your shoulder tonight—remember that distractions can be deadly in the arena.”

“I know,” Noah said, walking away as Lucas resumed training. He was always training, that was for sure. It made Noah even question if he worked hard enough.

The warning followed Noah as he made his way back through the corridors, mulling over the fruitless conversation. Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe Lila’s cryptic message was nothing more than another of her dramatic gestures. Maybe—

Noah’s thoughts scattered as he caught sight of two figures at the end of the hallway. Instinctively, he slipped into an alcove, concealing himself in the shadows. Minister Reign stood with his back partially turned to Noah, deep in conversation with a woman Noah immediately recognized as Ms. Brooks, his homeroom teacher. The figure she packed even in the dark was a dead giveaway.

“—not field ready, Minister Alexander,” Ms. Brooks was saying, her tone firm despite the deference in her stance. “And I haven’t been for years.”

“I understand your reservations, Seraphina ,” Minister Reign replied, his voice carrying the easy authority of someone accustomed to being heeded. “But someone of your pedigree could do far more on the front lines now. Not that tutoring the next generation isn’t important,” he added, raising a hand to forestall her protest, “but we’re losing the war against the Harbingers. Everyone knows it, even if the public statements suggest otherwise.”

Noah stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The Minister’s assessment of the war effort stood in stark contrast to the official reports that had been filtering through the media—reports of strategic victories and containment.

But of course, he never believed what was being reported. For one reason only; ‘I have faced those monsters. There’s no way they can say we are comfortably making progress,’

Ms. Brooks sighed, a sound heavy with something like regret. “I appreciate the vote of confidence, but my decision stands. I’m needed where I am.”

“At least consider my proposal. The war front could use someone like you. I know this is your life I’m asking to put on the line. But I feel, we feel it’s been what? Five years now since Planet Titan incident, we are hoping you moved—we moved past that and forge forward,” Minister Reign pressed. “Think about it. That’s all I ask.”

“I’ll think about it,” she conceded, though her tone suggested otherwise. “Goodnight, Alexander.”

The Minister nodded, watching as Ms. Brooks turned and began walking in Noah’s direction. Noah pressed himself deeper into the alcove, hoping the shadows would conceal him. But as she passed by his hiding place, Ms. Brooks suddenly stopped.

“Eclipse.”

Noah’s heart sank. How had she spotted him?

Slowly, he emerged from the alcove, attempting to look as though he hadn’t been eavesdropping. “Ms. Brooks. I was just—”

“Sparing us both the invented excuse,” she finished for him, a small smile playing at her lips. There was no anger in her expression, only a knowing warmth that somehow made Noah feel more embarrassed than a reprimand would have.

“Congratulations on your victory in the chi combat category,” she continued. “Quite impressive for someone who wasn’t ready,”

“Thank you,” Noah managed, relieved she wasn’t going to call him out for lurking in shadows.

Ms. Brooks studied him for a moment, her gaze unexpectedly intense. “You know, Eclipse, the ultimate test awaits you in the arena battles tomorrow.”

“I’m prepared,” Noah replied automatically.

Her smile deepened, a hint of mystery in her eyes. “I’m looking forward to seeing you do what you do.”

“What do you mean?” Noah asked, confused. “What is it that I do?”

“I think we both know,” she replied enigmatically, her expression softening with something like affection—or perhaps it was anticipation. “What you have inside you.”

Before Noah could press for clarification, she had turned and continued down the corridor, leaving him staring after her, thoroughly bewildered by the cryptic exchange.

First Lila, now Ms. Brooks. What was it with people and mysterious statements tonight?

Noah shook his head, continuing toward his dorm with more questions than answers swirling in his mind. The Minister’s grim assessment of the war effort, Ms. Brooks’s refusal to return to the field, her cryptic reference to something inside Noah—none of it made sense, at least not yet.

When he returned to the room, Kelvin was still awake, his fingers and eyes still glowing that distinctive green as he navigated through whatever digital network he’d managed to infiltrate.

“Any luck with Lucas?” Kelvin asked without looking up from his system.

“Nothing new,” Noah replied, sinking onto his bed. “What about you? Found anything on the Rowes?”

Kelvin’s glow dimmed slightly as he glanced up. “Nothing to write home about. Military affiliated family going back generations, decorated service records, classified missions—the usual elite military pedigree. Nothing unusual or suspicious that I can find.”

“Keep looking,” Noah urged. “There has to be something.”

“Look, man,” Kelvin said, powering down his tech with a sigh, the green glow fading from his eyes and fingertips. “I’ve been at this for hours, and we’ve got arena battles tomorrow. Major, potentially life-threatening arena battles. Maybe we should, I don’t know, sleep?”

Noah knew his friend was right, but the nagging sense of wrongness wouldn’t leave him. Still, there was nothing more to be done tonight. “Yeah, okay. You’re right.”

“Words I never tire of hearing,” Kelvin quipped, setting his Tablet aside. “Whatever’s going on with Lila, it’ll still be there after the tournament. Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

Noah tried to follow his friend’s advice, but sleep proved elusive. His mind kept returning to the strange events of the day, trying to fit the pieces together into some coherent pattern. Eventually, exhaustion won out, and he drifted into a restless sleep filled with fragmented dreams—shadows moving just out of sight, whispered warnings he couldn’t quite hear, and beneath it all, a sense of something building, gathering strength, preparing to break.

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