The Return Of The Exiled Villain-Chapter 230: A Private Tutor (III)

A thin line of red marked his side where she had cut him.

A similar shallow cut traced her shoulder from earlier.

Aurora stared up at him, her eyes were almost glowing, her face flushing slighly as she then bit her lower lip in a coquettish manner.

The possessive spark in her eyes no longer hid behind professionalism.

"Haaa..."

Her breathing had deepened, though whether from the fight or something else was unclear.

"...You pinned me down," she muttered in a lower voice.

Gray did not shift away.

"You were off-balance, and you chose to follow me down."

Rustle...

Her hands, which had been resting loosely at her sides, began to move.

Slowly... they slid upward along his forearms, her fingertips brushing against the firm lines of muscle beneath the training fabric.

The touch was light at first, exploratory, as if testing whether he would pull away or not.

And he didn’t...

Her arms continued upward until they looped around his neck, drawing him closer without force, more like it was inviting him.

Her fingers laced loosely behind him, her nails grazing lightly at the base of his hair.

The distance between their faces shrank.

"You adapt too quickly," she whispered, her gaze dropping briefly to his lips before returning to his eyes.

"It’s quite... terrifying, to say the least."

"Really?"

Her smile deepened.

"Yes."

Her leg shifted slightly against his, not to escape, but to hold him there. The warmth of her body pressed subtly closer, her breath brushing faintly against his skin.

"You learn my rhythm in minutes," she continued softly.

"You take my speed and turn it against me. You even use pain as leverage." Her fingers tightened faintly behind his neck.

"Do you know what that makes you?"

Gray’s expression remained calm, though his eyes darkened slightly.

"Effective."

"It makes you mine," she breathed out.

The words came almost unconsciously, slipping out between restraint and obsession.

’...The fuck is she talking about?’ Gray frowned inwardly.

’Is this her way of trying to seduce me?’

Her hand slid from behind his neck to cup his jaw, thumb brushing along the faint mark on his brow from earlier.

The gesture was gentle, contrasting the intensity in her eyes.

"You look good in my colors... on the ground with me. Above me." Her lashes lowered halfway.

Then she pulled him the final inch closer, her lips hovered for a fraction of a second, heat lingering in the narrow space between them.

"...Chuup♡"

Her lips met his with a heat that had nothing to do with the battle.

At first, the contact was firm, claiming rather than questioning, her fingers tightening slightly at the back of his neck as if anchoring him in place.

The taste of iron lingered faintly between them from the shallow cuts, blending with the warmth of her breath.

Gray did not freeze and even reciprocated.

One of his hands shifted from the stone beside her head to her waist, his fingers pressing into the fabric of her uniform, feeling the softness of her skin.

The other remained braced near her shoulder, keeping their balance as the kiss deepened.

Aurora tilted her head slightly, adjusting the angle with instinctive precision, the same precision she used with a sword.

Her lips softened for a moment, then parted just enough to draw him closer, her breath mingling with his in slow, heated exhales.

There was no rush.

No clumsy urgency.

Only a conscious intensity.

Her nails grazed lightly along the nape of his neck, sending a subtle shiver down his spine before her hand slid upward, fingers threading briefly into his hair to pull him closer again.

The barrier above them hummed faintly.

Their bodies remained close, pressed from chest to thigh, warmth bleeding through the thin layers of training fabric.

"Pwa~"

Aurora broke the kiss first, not entirely, but just enough to draw back half an inch, her lips brushing against his once more before separating.

Her eyes opened slowly.

The red in them seemed even darker now, almost molten.

A faint breath escaped her lips as she looked at him from beneath her lashes, cheeks still tinged with color.

"You fought well," she whispered softly, her thumb brushing lightly against his jaw again.

Then, as if remembering herself, she gave a small, controlled smile.

"But don’t mistake this for victory."

With a sudden shift of her hips and a twist of her arm, she attempted to reverse their position again, but Aurora did not complete the reversal even if she could.

Instead, she stopped midway through the motion, her hand still resting against his shoulder, her leg still loosely hooked against his.

The playful heat in her eyes slowly cooled into the same serious look from before.

She brushed a strand of auburn hair away from her face and shifted beneath him, not pushing him off, but easing the tension between them.

"Enough distractions," she sighed softly, though the faint curve of her lips betrayed lingering delight.

"If I continue like this, we won’t get any training done."

Gray did not move away immediately.

"Then teach me."

Her gaze sharpened at that tone.

"You truly don’t waste time."

"Time wastes itself."

She let out a faint breath that might have been a laugh, then placed her palm against his chest and pushed lightly.

"Stand up."

Gray rose without resistance, offering her a hand as she sat up. She accepted it, though her fingers lingered a second longer than necessary before she stood gracefully.

They were separated by a few meters once more.

Aurora lifted her sword again, but instead of attacking, she planted the tip lightly against the stone and rested both hands over the pommel.

"I will teach you the first movement of my personal art," she said calmly. "But before that, you must understand what it is."

Gray watched her without blinking.

"The name of this sword technique is Soul Chasing Extremities," she continued, her red eyes showing a hint of pride on them.

The name hung in the air for a few moments.

"It has only three moves."

"Only three?" Gray raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The normal pattern for a sword technique was at least five moves, and since this technique only had three... it would either be an extremely high-grade sword technique or a technique that was merely used as a normal-move.

"Yes."

She began walking slowly in a circle around him as she spoke.

"This is not a sword style designed for tournaments, or to make yourself look cool. Basically... not for display." Her gaze flickered toward him.

"It is a sword created for killing."

"No embellishment nor hesitation."

"Killing refines the sword. Killing tempers the will. Killing proves the Dao of the Sword."

Her voice lowered slightly.

"Each movement is absolute. There are no wasted transitions, no ornamental flourishes. Every cut aims for an end."

Gray felt a faint stir of interest.

"A killing art," he murmured.

Aurora stopped in front of him.

"It is also a soul technique."

His eyes sharpened.

"Soul... technique?"

She nodded.

"Every strike is not merely physical. The intent binds to the soul. When you practice it correctly, your soul is tempered alongside your blade. It strengthens, condenses, sharpens."

"...Oh?"

Gray almost couldn’t hold back the grin that threatened to appear on his face.

’How lucky... this was indeed a good decision.’

A sword art that cultivated the soul itself.

Perfect.

Especially for someone whose most dangerous ability depended on Soul Energy.

He kept his expression neutral.

"It cultivates while fighting?"

"Yes."

Aurora’s lips curved faintly.

"That is why it is called Soul Chasing. Each movement hunts not only the enemy’s life, but their spirit. And in doing so, it refines your own."

She lifted her blade, pointing it toward him.

"But understand this clearly, Gray."

Her gaze darkened slightly.

"This path is not gentle. The more lives you end with this art, the sharper your soul becomes. The more hesitation you carry, the more the art will resist you."

Gray did not hesitate.

"I don’t hesitate."

Her eyes searched his face for a moment, as if measuring the weight of those words.

"Good."

She changed her stance slightly.

"The first move is called Severing Pursuit."

The air around her subtly tightened.

"It is not the fastest cut. Not the strongest. It is the cut that decides inevitability."

Gray tilted his head slightly.

"Inevitable?"

"When you execute it properly, the opponent will feel as if escape has already been denied. Their soul will sense the end before the blade reaches them."

A faint pulse of pressure radiated outward from her.

"This is not about speed," she continued. "It is about intent. Your will must have already accepted their death before you move."

Gray’s eyes darkened.

"I see."

Aurora’s lips curved slightly.

"Do you?"

She stepped back, raising her sword into a precise, controlled stance.

"Watch carefully."

The playful woman from moments ago was gone.

In her place stood a swordswoman whose path was carved in blood and certainty.

"Because once you learn this, there is no returning to ignorance."