The second day began not with excitement… but frustration. Bahamut stood ankle-deep in the cool stream, the water flowing gently around his feet. The morning sun had barely risen, yet his body was already tense, his breathing uneven. Yesterday had given him confidence, but today, reality hit.
"Tch."
His reflection stared back at him from the rippling surface, wild, unstable, and incomplete.
"In battle… it just happens…" he muttered. "But when I try to control it… It fights back."
His jaw clenched. The system remained silent. For once, it let him struggle. Bahamut stepped out of the stream slowly, water dripping from his legs as he moved back onto the flat rock he had claimed as his training ground.
He rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, then exhaled.
"Alright…" His voice dropped. "We start simple."
Fox and lion. Two beasts.
"Speed and cunning… and power and dominance."
His red eyes sharpened.
"Let's see if you two can play nice."
