Tyrant Emperor

For a moment, Leon was silent, his body frozen in place.

The sky grew cloudy and windy, gradually forming storms and starting to rain.

Leon lay in his bed, wriggling around but unable to sleep for a long time.

"Forget it."

The next day, he woke up and started his training with the axe again, trying to cut at a smooth angle. His tender hands already had faint calluses, but Leon didn't give up.

After that, he went to the academy with Fatty and Tina, then continued his training with Beatrice.

In the evening, as the sun was setting, Leon finished his training and leaned back with a smile on his face.

At that moment, a small-statured man with glasses came running toward him, his figure gradually growing larger in Leon's vision.

"Are you Leon?" 

"What is it, Bert?" Leon replied lazily, his voice devoid of interest. 

Bert promptly bowed his head. "Thank you so much for helping me." 

"I did it merely for my own interest, so don't get sentimental about it," Leon said, closing his eyes. 

Suddenly, he turned to his side, narrowing his eyes. "Was I dreaming? There was definitely someone here." 

Bert remained bowing in gratitude. 

Leon simply shook his head and left the academy, ignoring Bert. After some time, Fatty and Nina joined him, and together they returned home. 

Unbeknownst to everyone, a tall shadow stood on the roof, long purple hair flowing in the wind. 

"This brat is interesting. I didn't expect someone to be in a semi-Awakened state before the age of twelve," the shadow murmured, touching its chin. "Interesting. I wonder if he can survive his first hell." 

"What do you think, Instructor Beatrice?" 

"I don't know," replied a bare-chested man who appeared beside her, squinting as he watched Leon's fleeting figure. 

Leon silently returned home and began cutting wood again. Every swing made his muscles twitch, leaving him exhausted. 

Despite his efforts, he couldn't do it perfectly. 

Worn out, he lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky. 

"It's not a matter of strength but something else," Leon muttered to himself. He had even tried using a smaller axe, but still, he couldn't manage a clean cut. 

"It couldn't be so simple to obtain a family inheritance so easily, right?" 

Alex and Zara watched from the window. 

"He needs more guidance," Alex said. 

Zara pulled his sleeve, stopping him. "It's fine. Let him find his own answer. Sometimes, guiding someone too much can make them overly reliant." 

"You're right," Alex agreed, stepping back. 

Exhausted, Leon lay on the ground, staring at his calloused hands. 

"I need to think of a better method," he muttered. 

He had already tried every method he could think of in this scenario, but none were effective. No matter what he did, Leon always missed the mark by just a little.

Leon's mind drifted back to the time he had seen Alex slice through a thick log effortlessly, as if it were butter. It seemed like Alex hadn't even used a fraction of his strength. 

"This wouldn't be so hard if this log weren't so thick!"

Gripping the axe once more, Leon muttered, "One last try." Taking a deep breath, he completely relaxed his muscles. This time, he chose not to rely on his yellow chakra. 

Focusing intently, he aimed perfectly at the center of the wooden log. Letting the axe move freely, he allowed it to descend naturally. 

At the very last moment of the swing, his arm muscles tightened, channeling all his strength into the strike. 

Bang!

Wooden splinters scattered across the ground. 

The log was nearly cleanly sliced, though there was a slight deviation of forty-five degrees toward the end. 

"Was it because I didn't use chakra?" Leon muttered, the axe slipping from his hand and landing on the ground with a thud. He stared at the cut wooden log, utterly flabbergasted. 

"No, it wasn't because I didn't use chakra—it's because of..." 

Determined to confirm his theory, Leon tried again, this time channeling his yellow chakra to strengthen himself. Using the exact same method, he swung the axe. 

This time, he came even closer to cutting the log cleanly. 

"Ha, ha, ha!" Excitement coursed through Leon as a grin spread across his face. "I can do this." 

His fist tightened with exhilaration. 

"Well done, son," a voice called out, drawing his attention. 

Leon turned to see Alex watching him with a proud expression. 

"Strength isn't the key to this," Alex said. "It's technique. Strength is necessary, yes, but when you lack strength, you must rely on technique and precision to create power." 

Alex walked up, a little awkwardly, and gave Leon a warm pat on the back. "You've completed your first step toward mastering the family inheritance." 

*What the hell!?* 

Leon cursed internally. *This was supposed to be the first step?* His expression immediately turned bitter. 

As a modern man, most of the hardships he'd faced were mental challenges, not the grueling physical labor he was enduring now. 

"Now for the second step," Alex announced. "You'll need to master using every weapon you possibly can." 

"Huh?" Leon raised his brows in surprise. "Can I use a weapon?" 

"Not exactly," Alex replied casually. 

Without further explanation, Alex walked back into the house. A moment later, he returned carrying a large bag. With one motion, he dropped it onto the ground, its contents clanking loudly. 

Immediately, the bag spilled open, revealing an array of wooden weapons that cluttered the ground. There were wooden swords, spears, staves, kunai, axes, hammers, and maces. 

"Too many," Leon muttered to himself. 

"You need to choose the perfect weapon for yourself. But to do that, you'll have to try them all." 

"Okay," Leon replied with a nod. 

Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye as Leon spent his days training with the wooden weapons. His school activities remained normal, and he also continued studying with Truman. 

Though the physical training was brutal, it was manageable for Leon, who was strengthened by the three main runes. His growth far outpaced that of other children. 

And just like that, five years flew by. 

"Leon, come out quickly! It's your final day at the academy," his mother called out. 

"Yes, Mother," Leon replied as he flipped through the window and landed in his room.