The Side Character's Obsession
Copyright© 2026 by HMaster
Chapter 12: Training(2)
Standing in the middle of the training ground, Austin faced his fiancée, who was currently performing the role of a trainer.
Holding his daggers, he drew a sharp breath.
Since using Soul Shards in regular training is not allowed, Austin brought his personal training dagger which surely was sharp enough to cut.
“Are you sure about this?” Austin asked, for the final time.
Valerie calmly nodded and remained nonchalant about this little spar.
‘So be it... ‘
Austin lunged forward, dagger flashing in his grip as he aimed for Valarie’s side. His movements were swift and precise—each step fueled by his training and knowledge of close combat. Yet, Valarie was faster.
With a fluid motion, she sidestepped his thrust, her body weaving just out of reach. Austin pivoted instantly, slashing upward in a seamless follow-up, but Valarie tilted her head back, letting the blade slice through the air inches from her face.
Austin didn’t let up. He stepped in close, feinting low before driving the dagger toward her chest in a sharp thrust. Valarie’s hand shot up, catching his wrist mid-motion. With a sharp twist, she forced his arm to the side, but he was already spinning, using the momentum to bring the blade slashing toward her ribs.
Valarie leaned back, the blade slicing harmlessly past her, then stepped into his guard. Her hand shot forward, fingers closing around his forearm like a vice, halting his next attack before it even began.
“You’re predictable,” she said, her tone calm, almost teasing.
Frustrated, Austin tightened his grip and shifted tactics. Feinting a low stab, he quickly redirected the blade toward her shoulder. Valarie’s hand shot out, palm open, and redirected his wrist with a sharp push, forcing him off balance.
Before he could recover, she closed the distance, her footwork impeccable, and tapped his wrist lightly, disarming him with effortless precision.
His dagger clattered to the ground, but Austin wasn’t done. He lashed out with his fists, launching a quick jab aimed at her chest. Valarie parried with her forearm, redirecting the force harmlessly to the side.
She stepped closer, her movements smooth and controlled, and drove her knee upward—not to strike but to stop his next punch mid-swing by trapping his arm against her thigh.
“Be angrier, my lord.” She sadistically whispered.
Growling, Austin twisted free, grabbed his dagger, and swung in a wide arc. Valarie leaned back, her torso bending like a reed in the wind, and then she spun, closing the gap faster than he could react. Her fingers lightly tapped his forehead, a mock strike that caused him to fall back—however, just in time, Austin held her collar and pulled her down with him.
THUD
Both of them fell to the ground, their faces inches away as Austin held her by her shoulders and looked into her surprised eyes.
Austin’s breathing was ragged as he stared at the girl who completely overwhelmed him even without using an ounce of magic and a weapon.