Arc I: “Apocalypse”
Chapter II: “Growth”
Episode X: “Find the Sage”
[Three years ago – Akira’s Journey]
Two years passed like seasons in mourning.
Akira had become stronger, yes—but not just in aether.
His gaze had sharpened. His silence, heavier.
Not a day passed that he didn’t hear Kai’s voice or feel Rackon’s fury echo in his fists.
Dammit… It’s already been two years, and I still haven’t found this guy.
Akira’s search for the Utopian Sage was long and grueling.
For two years, he wandered from town to town, island to island, working odd jobs just to get by.
Training had started to take a back seat as survival consumed his time.
Despite his struggle, he pressed on — following his dream’s cryptic guidance: “Feel the energy within you, and you will find the sage.”
[Rikito and Asuka’s training]
Meanwhile, Rikito and Asuka dedicated themselves fully to combat.
[Flashback – Rikito’s First Spirit Resonance]
It was late one night after another grueling day of sparring.
I need to figure out how Akira did that transformation. I know I can do it too.
Rikito sat cross?legged, breathing steadily, focusing on the core of his being.
I can’t just keep chasing Akira’s shadow. I need to feel what he felt… that white?hot power…
After meditating for several minutes, his aether began to circulate violently. His skin tingled as his muscles compressed, and his hair lifted slightly.
Then, with a blinding surge, his aura ignited — chaotic gold giving way to a creamy?white shroud, hugging his form tightly.
Asuka, who had been watching from a distance, gasped. “You did it… Rikito! That’s it — the Enhanced State!”
Rikito exhaled slowly, flexing his fingers.
So, this is it… No wonder Akira felt unstoppable. I feel like my entire body is weightless!
[As their training continued…]
Rikito pushed Asuka hard, ensuring she could hold her own against stronger foes.
Their training was relentless: sparring from sunrise to sunset, interrupted only by short breaks to recover.
After months of this regimen, Rikito shifted focus to technique development, expanding his arsenal of moves to prepare for even stronger opponents.
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[Meanwhile, at the UFA]
Sikira, Darc, and Rayon all qualified for the Headmaster’s Elite Training Program.
Darc and Rayon trained under the headmaster for three years, dramatically improving their strength.
Sikira trained for two years before leaving the UFA to pursue her own path to power.
[One year ago – Akira’s Journey]
At last, Akira reached the edge of the world — a remote mountain range.
“Are you the sage I’ve been looking for?” Akira panted as he finally reached the top.
The old man studied him with piercing golden eyes. His voice was deliberate and formal.
“How should I know whether I am the one you seek… if I know not who you are, nor the intent that guides your steps?”
“My name is Akira. I’ve inherited the Heart of Utopia. I need guidance to control this power — to defeat Apocalypse.”
“The Heart of Utopia?!” The Sage’s eyes widened. “Why did you not speak this truth first? By the stars, boy, you waste precious hours with idle introductions. Come — we have much to do, and little time to do it.”
But Akira’s “training” was far from what he expected.
For six months, he did nothing but chores and basic strengthening drills.
“When are we going to start the real training? It’s been years since I left my friends, and I’ve gained nothing.”
“You are not ready. Only when you have prepared your body and spirit will you train as a true Utopian.”
Unwilling to settle, Akira trained secretly at night, developing new techniques and refining his fighting style in solitude.
[Five months later]
“You are finally ready,” the Sage said. “Now, we begin.”
But the training wasn’t combat?focused. It was all about aether control.
The Sage led Akira to a quiet cliffside where the wind howled faintly over the stone. “Sit,” he commanded.
Akira obeyed, crossing his legs.
“Before we shape your power, you must understand its parts. Tell me, boy — what do you know of your own energy?”
“I… just use it,” Akira admitted. “I focus, I push, I fight. That’s all.”
The Sage sighed. “A child’s answer. Listen carefully, for this is the first truth of the Utopians.” He extended one hand, conjuring a faint golden sphere of aether.
“Flow,” he said, “is the reservoir — your body’s pool of aether. It is your fuel.
Flux is the movement — the force by which you draw from that reservoir and pour it into action.”
The sphere elongated into a blade of energy.
“Arts are the forms your will gives to that Flux. Shaped attacks. Defenses. Manifestations.
Once you have harmonized with the Song of Aether, the mystical force that connects all life in this Universe, you will be able to hear its whispers… The true name of your art will present itself to you; uttering it will grant a magnetic potency.
And Craft — ah, Craft is the culmination of mastery. It is the personal expression of Arts that only you can wield. A reflection of soul and self.”
Akira leaned forward, eyes locked on the shifting aether.
"Really? Then what about this?"
Akira formed an orb of energy shaped like the head of a dragon.
"This was my... my master's craft."
"Yes... Crafts can be inherited by those you teach. However, they will express themselves differently. No two versions of a craft are completely the same."
“And Yield?”
“Yield,” the Sage said, “is the measure of how much Flux you can project outward at once. The size of the hammer’s strike, if Flow is the forge. This… is what separates the novice from the master. One may have an ocean within, yet strike with the force of a trickling stream.”
“Ah, I knew that one!” Akira lit up in celebration.
“Focus, young one.” He clenched his fist, and the energy compressed into a star?bright point. “Control your Yield, and you control the battlefield.”
Akira felt a spark of understanding — and excitement. “So, if I refine this… I can hit harder without wasting energy.”
“Precisely,” the Sage said, smirking faintly. “Efficiency precedes strength. Remember this: The untempered warrior dies loud and fast. The tempered one reshapes the world in silence.”
So, Akira devoted himself to mastering his aether — controlling, shaping, and refining it for maximum efficiency.
[Another day]
“Come, Akira. Let me see what you are capable of.” Grom said, signaling Akira to approach him in combat.
“We’re finally sparring? Sweet!”
“Hmph. With your current level, this could hardly be called a spar.”
Akira advanced, not yet understanding Grom’s words.
In just a few seconds, he found himself upside down, his ass hanging in the air.
W-what… just happened?
Akira went again.
And again, he was knocked off his feet.
And again, and again. Until finally, he grew irritated.
“Had enough yet? This Star-Fist Style is an ancient Utopian martial arts form used by our ancestors. It is a tricky style, allowing its users to overcome even those mightier than themselves.”
Akira glared at him, fed up with defeat.
“Hyper Energy Mode, Layer Ten!”
Grom sighed, “So you’re trying to forcefully increase your yield? That won’t help you, considering that your yield was higher than mine to begin with.”
Grom took a closer look at Akira’s body, his mouth opening in shock.
Is that… what I think it is?
Noticing something was up, Akira halted his attack.
“Something wrong?”
Grom walked up to him, feeling his muscles and analyzing his body.
“Hey! Cut it out!” Akira jumped.
“Yes… That’s incredible. Just what is this technique, Akira?”
“Oh, this? Hyper Energy Mode. It can boost my flux in short bursts, but it really strains my body.”
“Yes, I can see that…” Grom shook his head. “It appears that you’ve managed to create small aetheric runes in your meridians, forcing them to increase their flux.”
“Really, I don’t know what that means, but it sounds awesome! I’m awesome, right!?”
Grom bonked him on the head.
“Ouch! What was that for.?”
“This technique… is destroying your body. I forbid you from using it. At this rate, with its continued use, your meridians will be completely destroyed— you’ll be unable to ever manipulate aether again.
Akira shuddered.
“W-what…?”
My meridians… will be destroyed?
[Today]
Akira felt a sudden surge in the distance.
“Ah, you felt that?” the Sage asked.
“Yes… It’s Rikito. He just unleashed something incredible. Was he fighting a general?”
“It seems he, too, has obtained the power of Spirit Resonance… perhaps more than that.”
“Old Man Grom,” Akira clenched his fists. “I want to help them.”
“No. You must finish your training. The hammer must not leave the forge before the blade is whole. When the time is right, then you will go.”
“…right.” Sat down in reluctant disappointment.
[Next Time on Lyte of Utopia]: “The Third Child, Tub!”
[Yield Levels]:
Akira: 500,000
- 2 years of training: 1m
- 5 years of training: 4m
- Present: 10m
Old Sage Grom: 1m
Rikito: 5m
Asuka: 1m
Sikira (four years of training): 500,000
Darc (4 years): 3m
Rayon: (4 years): 5m