Ultimate Dragon System: Grinding my way to the Top-Chapter 189: Three Orbs
The next day—
Everything felt different.
Jelo, Atlas, and Mira arrived early this time.
No complaints.
No hesitation.
Just focus.
The morning air carried a coolness that hadn’t been there before — or maybe it had always been there, and they were only now calm enough to notice it. The training field looked the same. Same cracked earth. Same faint scorch marks from the days before. Same open sky pressing down without mercy.
But the three of them moved differently.
No dragging feet. No sideways glances checking if the others were as miserable as they were. Jelo walked with his hands loose at his sides, breathing steady. Atlas rolled his shoulders once and left them there, relaxed. Mira didn’t say anything when they arrived — but she didn’t need to. The fact that she was already scanning the field, already thinking, said enough.
They were ready before Tongen even appeared.
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Tongen stood waiting, as usual.
But this time...
There was something new.
Behind him were three stone pillars, each one roughly waist-height, rising from the earth like they’d been there forever. They were smooth, grey, and unremarkable — except for what sat on top of each one.
A small glowing orb.
They pulsed faintly. A soft, rhythmic light — almost like breathing. The glow wasn’t bright, but it drew the eye anyway. Something about them felt deliberate. Patient. Like they were already waiting for the three of them to fail.
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Atlas frowned.
"...What’s this?"
Tongen turned. His expression, as always, gave nothing away.
"A different kind of training."
Mira narrowed her eyes, studying the orbs for a moment before shifting her gaze back to him.
"...Explain."
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Tongen pointed at the pillars.
"Each of those orbs must be destroyed."
He let the words settle. Then — almost as an afterthought:
"But not with brute force."
Jelo tilted his head slightly. His eyes moved from the pillars to Tongen, trying to read something in the stillness of the man’s face.
"...Then how?"
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Tongen looked directly at them.
Not at one. At all three. The kind of look that made it clear the answer wasn’t for any one person — it belonged to all of them equally.
"You will destroy them using coordination, timing, and precision."
He let that breathe for a moment. Then:
"If you attack carelessly, the orbs will regenerate."
As if to prove it — he raised one hand, almost casually, and flicked a single finger.
One orb shattered.
The sound was clean and sharp, like a stone striking glass. The pieces scattered — and then, before any of them could even exhale, the orb reformed. Perfectly. Seamlessly. As though nothing had happened at all.
The light continued its slow, patient pulse.
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Atlas groaned — a low, tired sound from somewhere deep in his chest.
"Of course it’s not going to be easy."
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Tongen stepped back.
"One more rule."
His voice didn’t rise. It never rose. But somehow, in the quiet of the field, it filled the space completely.
"If even one of you acts alone..."
A pause.
"All three orbs reset."
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Silence.
The word alone sat in the air between them. It wasn’t a threat — it was something worse. It was a mirror. After everything from the previous days — every wasted attempt, every individual burst of power that amounted to nothing — the rule felt less like a restriction and more like an acknowledgment of exactly what had gone wrong before.
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Mira smiled slightly. It was barely there — just the edge of one corner of her mouth.
"...So this is a teamwork test."
Tongen nodded once.
"Begin."
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They didn’t rush this time.
That alone was a change worth noting. Yesterday, the word begin would have sent Atlas charging forward before the others could blink. Yesterday, Jelo might have reached for the fire before he’d thought it through.
Today, they gathered.
Stood close. Looked at each other, then at the pillars.
Thinking.
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Atlas spoke first — but quietly, which was unusual for him.
"We need to hit all three at the same time."
It was obvious, maybe. But saying it out loud made it real. Made it a plan instead of just an idea.
Mira nodded.
"Exactly. Perfect timing." She paused, already turning the problem over. "Not just close. Perfect."
Jelo looked at the pillars. He studied each one, measured the distance between them with his eyes, thought about the way his Dragon Claw moved — the speed of it, the spread, the amount of control he actually had over its shape at the moment of release.
"...And precise control," he said quietly. "We can’t just throw power at them. We have to know exactly what we’re sending."
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They spread out.
One pillar each. Jelo to the left. Atlas to the right. Mira at the center, her clone already materializing beside her — a second body matching her posture exactly, sharing her focus like a mirror that had learned to think.
The distance felt right.
"Ready?" Mira asked.
Atlas nodded. His jaw was set — not tense, just firm. Decided.
Jelo exhaled slowly. Let the breath out all the way. Let the quiet in.
"Now."
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Atlas launched a controlled earth spike — not his usual wide burst, but something narrow, deliberate, aimed cleanly at the top of the pillar.
Mira and her clone struck simultaneously, both hands moving as a single motion—
Jelo released a small Dragon Claw — compressed tight, shaped carefully before he let it go—
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CRASH!
All three orbs shattered.
The sound rang across the field — one clean impact, three separate points of light going dark at once.
Then—
Instantly—
Reformed.
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Atlas groaned. His hands dropped.
"...We were close!" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
And they had been. Anyone watching could’ve seen it — three attacks landing in roughly the same window, close enough that it almost counted.
Almost wasn’t enough.
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Tongen’s voice came from behind them.
"Too early."
Just those two words. No elaboration. He didn’t need to explain — they’d felt it themselves. Atlas had moved a half-beat before the others. The timing had been off from the very first motion.
They reset.
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Second attempt.
This time they waited longer. Mira held her hand raised like a conductor holding a beat, making sure everyone’s attention was on her before she dropped it.
"Now!"
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CRASH!
One orb shattered first.
A breath later — the others.
The sequence was unmistakable. One-two, instead of one. It wasn’t even close.
Reset.
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"Too slow," Tongen said.
Mira clicked her tongue. It wasn’t directed at anyone. Just frustration escaping through her teeth.
"We need perfect sync."
Not fast. Not early. Not slow. Perfect. The window between those things was smaller than it sounded.
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Third attempt.
Fourth.
Fifth.
Again.
Again.
Again.
