SSS-Ranked Summoner: Only I Summon All Heroes And Heroines Of Legend-Chapter 37: Training With Master Oz (Part 2)
Ryka’s Section
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Ryka stood in her bounded field, facing her clone of Master Oz.
"Your training," Oz said without wasting time, "will focus on your bond with your wyvern. Specifically, on controlling it."
Ryka frowned. "I can control Rhegalyion, at least well enough for my level."
"I disagree with that" Oz said, raising an eyebrow. "The first time I saw you summon, you did so flawlessly, and your control was perfect."
He took one step closer to Ryka (But recent displays has shown that when cornered, your Wyvern will disregard your orders, and act on primal instincts even if it means directly disobeying it’s master."
"That level of control my dear, is not ’well enough’."
Ryka’s jaw clenched, as she muttered words to herself before speaking out. "I am still learning."
"Exactly," Oz interrupted. "And that is why you are here, to learn. Because you cannot maintain control in chaotic situations, then your bond is worthless."
He gestured, and a massive tome materialized in the air. It floated down gently, landing in Ryka’s hands with a heavy thud.
The cover was embossed with ancient draconic script. Beautiful to behold.
"This book contains the history of your family’s lineage. The Drakenheart’s connection to dragons. And the secrets of taming and bonding with draconic creatures."
Ryka received the book with suspicion— like how did Oz have something so deep and important about her own family. She opened the book carefully, and as she scanned through the pages, her eyes widened.
"Your wyvern," Oz continued as he watched her glance through, "should not be its final form. It can evolve into a full-fledged dragon. But only if you complete the proper steps."
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Ryka looked up sharply. "Evolve? Into a dragon?"
"Yes. But evolution requires mastery. And mastery requires three steps."
"Page three hundred and thirty-three!."
Ryka began scrambling through the pages.
Then, Master Oz held up one finger.
"First: Know its true name. The one written in its soul."
"I already know its name," Ryka said. "Rhegalyion."
"Yes, I know that, that brings us to Number Two"
Oz held up a second finger.
"Second: Master the Ancient Draconic Tongue. The language of the first dragons. Those words carry power in their very sound."
He spoke a single word, and the air around them vibrated with raw energy.
"Tharok’vel."
The word echoed like thunder, and Ryka felt it resonate in the patterns of her seal, as though Rhegalyion himself, had responded.
She looked at the shimmering seal, and back at Oz.
"It sounds similar to old Valyros," Ryka said, referencing an ancient dead language she’d studied briefly in her childhood, a mandatory training for all Drakenhearts.
"Yes old Valyros is similar. Similar, but distinct," Oz said. "Valyros was derived from the Ancient Draconic Tongue, but it lost much of its power in translation. True Draconic carries primordial power. It is believed that when spoken correctly, it commands, everything."
He held up a third finger.
"And now to the third: you bond properly with your wyvern. Not as master and servant. But as equal partners. You see, the relationship between a dragon caller and a dragon, is different from a regular summon, dragons are ancient beings and you have to acknowledge that, respect is very much reciprocal with dragons and dragonkins."
"That’s exactly what I was thought" Ryka added.
"Good then this shouldn’t be too difficult. After all three stages are completed, you will be able to trigger the evolution. And your wyvern enters the cycle to become a full dragon."
Ryka stared down at the book in her hands, her mind racing.
A dragon.
An actual dragon.
"Begin reading," Oz said. "You have much to learn."
His form soon vanished from the space.
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Svenja’s Section
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Svenja stood completely still in her own space.
Master Oz faced her, with this one, he had to be delicate.
"I must admit," he said slowly, "I have to be careful with you."
Svenja said nothing, she just stared at him without blinking her pale eyes.
"The Hohenzollerns," Oz continued, "are not a family any sane man should take lightly. There’s a reason you forbid alliances. There’s a reason you remain isolated. And there’s a reason I would not want to be labeled a villain by your house."
Still, Svenja said nothing.
Oz sighed. "I will not teach you anything that directly influences the template of your abilities, nor will I meddle directly with your summons. I also, will not alter your path from what is set before you. And yes, I KNOW."
He paused.
"But I can help you refine what you already have."
"...." Svenja stared blankly, devoid of emotions.
"Summon your orbs," he said.
Without a word, Svenja raised one hand.
Two black and white orbs materialized, spinning slowly in orbit around her, both radiating a subtle gravitational pull.
Oz formed a glowing seal in his hand and stepped closer.
He held the seal up to the first orb, and light washed over it. Data streamed across the seal’s surface—runes, numbers, patterns that shifted too quickly to read.
Then he scanned the second orb.
After a long moment, he withdrew his hand, staring at the encoded information that moved over the seals.
"Interesting," he muttered. "Very, very interesting."
Svenja tilted her head slightly. A silent question.
"Your orbs," Oz said, "are more than simple summons."
"Ho?, what marvel is this?." He asks rhetorically, as his progressive study unraveled more mysteries only he could decode.
"This is no acquired summon, this is a masterpiece."
He exhaled largely, trying to tame his excitement. And then his face straightened as he focused back on Svenja.
"They look finished. But nothing truly is."
He gestured, and the bounded field around them shifted. Diagrams appeared in the air—complex patterns that indicated something scientific, rather than magical.
"Give me time," Oz said. "I need to study these readings more properly. Once I do, I can guide you toward refining them further."
Svenja gave a single nod.
"You are dismissed." He said as both of them vanished out of the plane.
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Finn’s Section
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Finn stood nervously in his designated space, watching as Master Oz approached.
"Your training," Oz said, "is straightforward. You just need to improve your mana capacity."
Finn blinked. "That’s it?"
"That’s everything."
Oz gestured, and Finn’s summoning seal flared to life on his wrist.
"Your summon," Oz said carefully, "is an ancient force. A relic of a bygone age. At its current stage, it rivals legendary summons like dragons in sheer power."
Finn’s eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yes. But it is heavily reliant on your mana. And right now, your reserves are greatly insufficient."
Oz circled him slowly.
"If you can’t sustain it for more than a few minutes, its power is meaningless. You’ll burn through your reserves and collapse. Or worse."
He stopped in front of Finn.
"But if you improve your mana capacity—if you expand your reserves to match your summon’s demands. Honestly, you could easily become the strongest in this group."
Finn swallowed hard, he had always underestimated himself, but hearing those words from Oz, stirred something in him. "How do I do that?" He asked.
Oz smiled faintly.
"I will teach you a method, of absorbing Mana from your surrounding"
"I can do that?!" Finn’s excitement spiked.
"Yes, I’m sure you’ve been thought that mana exists in every living, and even in the very air itself. However we are unable to utilize this mana, unless with special techniques and rituals".
"Okay Master". Finn said.
Master Oz paused for a bit, out of all students, Finn was the first to directly address him as his own master.
"Take off you shirt, and sit" He instructed.
Finn obeyed without question, and master Oz walked behind him. He placed his right palm on Finn’s back, and several black patterns spread from the boys back to the rest of his body.
Finn’s eyes widened as he felt a cold sensation take over him.
"I have woven two separate spells into those seals, one will act as catalysts to aid your absorption process, and the other is a stabiliizing spell. Natural flowing mana can be tricky to control."
Master Oz rose, and took several steps away from Finn.
"Focus and Meditate, you will feel it, then pull it in"
Finn closed his eyes and breathed deeply. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
The training had just began.
