Extra Survival Guide to Overpowering Hero and Villain-Chapter 239: Aura II
Liana noticed. "Seraphina told you not to hide it during training, not all the time."
"I know," Fenric said quietly. "I just don’t want attention."
"That won’t last," she said honestly. "Strong people always get noticed."
Fenric didn’t answer.
Later that day, he ate a large meal.
More than usual.
His body accepted it easily.
No discomfort.
No heaviness.
That alone surprised him.
When evening came, Fenric sat alone in a quiet spot near the trees.
He crossed his legs and closed his eyes.
No system.
No prompts.
Just breathing.
He felt the Aura Circle near his heart.
Slow.
Steady.
He gently guided his Aura outward, then back in.
Not training.
Just feeling.
Time passed without him noticing.
When he finally opened his eyes, the sky was dark.
Two hours had gone by.
Fenric exhaled slowly.
"...So this is the foundation," he muttered.
He stood up.
Fenric stood up and looked at his hands.
He hesitated for a moment.
Then he thought, Just one try.
No skills.
No system.
Only Aura.
He focused and guided a thin stream of Aura forward.
Slowly, an arrow shape formed in the air in front of him. It was faint, made of light and pressure, not solid—but it held its shape.
Fenric’s eyes widened. "So it really works..."
Carefully, he picked up a wooden training bow that was nearby. He placed the Aura arrow against the string and began feeding a little more Aura into it.
The arrow grew brighter.
Too bright.
The bow creaked.
"Wait—" Fenric muttered.
Crack.
The wooden bow snapped in half.
Fenric froze. "Ah—"
"HEY!"
An angry voice cut through the quiet.
Fenric turned and saw an old man storming toward him. The man wore simple village clothes and carried a bundle of firewood.
"Young lad!" the old man snapped. "If you’re going to break things, do it somewhere else!"
Fenric bowed quickly. "I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—"
The old man huffed. "If you’re looking for trouble, go break things in the outer woods, not near the village."
"Yes, sir," Fenric said quickly.
The old man shook his head and walked off, muttering under his breath.
Fenric let out a slow breath.
"...Too much Aura," he said quietly.
He looked at his hands again.
Control.
Still not perfect.
He picked up the broken bow and set it aside neatly, then headed into the nearby forest.
"Okay... the old man was right. I should try it here," he mumbled.
Fenric picked up a broken branch from the ground. It was dry and uneven, barely usable as a weapon.
He focused his Aura on it.
Too much.
The branch burst apart in his hand.
"...Right," Fenric sighed. "That was wrong."
He closed his eyes and took a slow breath.
"I need to make it slow and smooth," he muttered.
This time, he barely let any Aura flow out.
Just enough.
The Aura wrapped around the branch instead of forcing its way through it. The wood stopped shaking. It didn’t crack.
Fenric opened his eyes.
The branch felt firmer. Balanced.
He raised it and made a careful swing.
The air moved cleanly, without resistance.
Fenric smiled faintly. "That’s better."
He tried again—adjusting, easing the Aura, listening to how the branch reacted.
He kept practicing.
Slow swings.
Small adjustments.
Each time, Fenric paid attention to how the Aura moved—where it flowed too fast, where it leaked, where it resisted.
When the branch felt too stiff, he reduced the Aura.
When it felt weak, he added just a little.
Not more.
Never more.
After a while, he noticed something important.
The branch wasn’t getting stronger because of power.
It was getting stronger because the Aura was supporting it, not controlling it.
"That’s the difference..." Fenric said quietly.
He stopped swinging and held the branch still.
The Aura stayed where it was.
It didn’t spread.
It didn’t shake.
That alone felt like progress.
Fenric let the Aura fade and leaned against a tree, breathing slowly.
His body felt tired—but not strained.
His chest felt warm—but steady.
No pain.
No backlash.
"That would’ve broken me before," he admitted to himself.
He looked up through the trees at the dark sky.
Seraphina was right.
If he rushed, he would break.
If he forced power, he would lose control.
Fenric picked up another branch and smiled faintly.
"I’ll take it slow," he said.
He practiced until his arms felt heavy and his legs tired.
Then he stopped—before pushing too far.
This time, he listened.
When he finally returned to the village, the night was quiet.
Fenric lay down to sleep.
The next morning, Fenric woke up early.
His body felt different.
Not stronger.
Not heavier.
Just... settled.
He sat up and checked his breathing.
Calm.
Even.
When he stood, there was no stiffness in his arms or legs.
"That’s new," he said quietly.
After breakfast, he went outside the village again.
Same place.
Same trees.
Fenric picked up a thin branch this time—lighter than the last one.
He focused his Aura.
Very little.
The Aura wrapped around the branch smoothly.
No shaking.
No pressure.
He moved it slowly.
A small swing.
Then another.
The branch didn’t crack.
Fenric nodded. "Good."
He tried something else.
He shaped his Aura into a thin line, just past the tip of the branch.
Not an arrow.
Not a weapon.
Just a point.
The air reacted slightly.
Fenric frowned. "So Aura can extend... but only if I keep it stable."
He relaxed his focus and let it fade.
No backlash.
That was important.
Around noon, Liana came looking for him.
"You’ve been disappearing a lot," she said.
"I’m not hiding," Fenric replied. "Just practicing."
She watched him for a moment. "You’re different."
"How?"
"Calmer," she said. "Less tense."
Fenric thought about it. "I think I stopped fighting my own Aura."
Liana smiled faintly. "That sounds like progress." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Liana nodded once, then turned back toward the training grounds.
"I’ve got daily practice with Seraphina," she said. "Don’t vanish too long."
"I won’t," Fenric replied.
She left, her footsteps fading between the trees.
Fenric stayed where he was for a while, holding the branch and feeling his Aura settle again.
When the sun climbed higher, he stopped training.
Seraphina’s rule echoed in his mind: don’t push.
He returned to the village and spent the rest of the day doing simple tasks—helping carry supplies, repairing a fence, moving water barrels.
He didn’t use Aura.
That, too, felt like training.
By evening, Liana returned.
She looked tired, but focused.
