Don't Want to Be Ordinary Even Though I'm an Extra Character-Chapter 91: [90] The First Step

-Third-Person Perspective-

After the training session ended, Kael and Rainer sat inside a simple yet neatly arranged strategy room.

The room smelled of paper and ink, with several maps hanging on the walls and a large wooden table in the center—where they usually devised training strategies.

Outside, the recruits were resting—some still gasping for breath on the ground, while others were evaluating their mistakes with one another.

Meanwhile, inside the room, the two men began their discussion.

Kael leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Their first training session was terrible, but that was expected."

Rainer, who was refilling his water pouch while standing, nodded in agreement. "They’re thinking too much as individuals, not as a unit. It’ll take time before they grasp the concept of teamwork we’re trying to teach them."

Kael observed the young man for a moment before letting out a small chuckle. "Who would’ve thought? The personal bodyguard of Arkan is quite the capable instructor."

Rainer sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting across from Kael.

"Technically, I’m not the main instructor. I’m just helping out because Arkan told me to train when I have nothing else to do."

Kael smirked. "And Arkan never does anything without a reason."

Rainer fell silent for a moment before finally allowing a small smile. "Yeah... I guess you’re right."

Kael glanced out the window, watching as the recruits slowly picked themselves up.

"You’re naturally suited for the military. Have you ever thought about becoming a commander someday?"

Rainer chuckled, tilting his head slightly. "I’ve never seriously considered it. I’m just a bodyguard."

Kael raised an eyebrow. "A bodyguard who can take down an entire squad of recruits without breaking a sweat. You do realize that, right?"

Rainer shrugged. "I’m just used to fighting. That’s all."

Kael let out a quiet laugh. "Hah... You’re talented in this field, but you still don’t see your own potential."

He then leaned forward, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

"Listen, Rainer. You can stay as Arkan’s bodyguard and live comfortably. But if you truly want to make a difference, you need to start thinking bigger than that."

Rainer stared at Kael without responding.

For a brief moment, the room fell into silence.

Then, he finally spoke.

"I’ll think about it. But for now... I just want to make sure they don’t repeat the same mistakes tomorrow."

Kael smirked. "Good. That’s the first step."

With that, their discussion came to an end for the night.

Outside, the moon was rising into the sky. Today’s training was over—but for all of them, this was only the beginning.

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I swung my spear once more, adjusting my balance as the tip of the weapon spun through the air before returning to a ready stance.

Today, I trained again.

This training had become my routine every morning and evening, yet still, something felt lacking.

I had no true spear master to guide me.

Kael was a swordsman—an expert in the blade, but not the spear.

Although he had given me some basic pointers on combat techniques, I had to find my own way.

I used to be a swordsman as well.

But after Arkan suggested that I switch to the spear, I started to reconsider.

"A sword is good for duels, but a spear gives you the advantage on a real battlefield."

That’s what he told me months ago.

I was doubtful at first, but after months of training... I began to understand what he meant.

I realized something.

My talent wasn’t in the sword.

My talent was in the spear.

With this weapon, my movements were faster, my attacks had a wider reach, and I could control distance more effectively.

I let out a small smile, gripping my spear tighter.

"Alright, today I’ll try a new move."

Taking a deep breath, I firmly grasped the shaft of my spear.

There was no real opponent before me today.

But that didn’t matter.

I stepped forward, striking at the shadow of an imaginary enemy in my mind.

Thrust! Spin! An upward slash!

My spear cut through the air swiftly, slicing through the wind with increasing precision.

I combined the techniques I had learned so far, creating a sequence of attacks that could counter various fighting styles.

A sword? I would parry and sever its range.

An axe? I would evade and strike through its openings.

A bow? I would close the distance before they could fire again.

The longer I trained, the more I realized...

Not many in this world truly mastered the spear.

Most warriors viewed it as a lower-class weapon—something only common soldiers and footmen wielded in war.

The sword, on the other hand, was always held in higher regard.

The sword had philosophy.

The sword had meaning.

In this world, nearly all Force users—those who could harness the mysterious energy within them to surpass human limits—chose the sword as their weapon.

Why? Because it was the most efficient. Fast, powerful, and deadly.

As someone who could use Force, I was among the rare few. Not everyone could access this power, even after a lifetime of training. Only a handful ever reached Force 3:10—a level considered extraordinary.

But I was different.

Not only could I use Force, but I was also born into one of the empire’s great noble families. The Astoria family—a name both revered and feared. My lineage carried privileges that others did not have.

But... it also meant the weight of expectations on my shoulders was heavier than anyone else’s.

And I failed to meet them.

Since childhood, I was always compared to my talented cousins. My brother, Eldric, had mastered the sword flawlessly by the age of eleven. My other siblings possessed an innate ability to control Force at astonishing levels.

Then there was me.

My talent... was limited. I could use Force, but only for three minutes. After that, my muscles burned, and even standing became difficult. Compared to the others, I was nothing more than a stain on the white fabric of the Astoria family.

They never said it outright. But I knew. The cold stares, the whispers behind my back, even my father’s fleeting gaze before turning his attention back to Eldric.

I knew they didn’t see me as someone important.

That was why I ran.

I abandoned everything—my family name, my status, even the responsibilities I was meant to bear. I ran away after that failure... after my poor command led to the deaths of those who trusted me.

Their blood was on my hands.

And yet, I could not return. I did not want to return.

"Haah..." I let out a long sigh, trying to push those memories away. I had to forget that incident... If I dwelled on it, I would never move forward.

Now, I served under Arkan.

He was not born a noble, nor was he someone recognized by the empire, but... for some reason, standing beside him felt far more freeing than living in the shadow of the Astoria family.

No excessive expectations. No condescending gazes.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I could breathe.

I had no regrets about leaving a place that never valued my existence. I had no regrets about running away from those who only saw me as a burden.

Because now, I had a new purpose.

I had to repay the man who brought me here.

I had to find my own path.

The spear in my hands felt light. It was not the prized weapon of the Astoria family, but that didn’t matter.

I no longer walked the path they had laid out for me.

I would create my own technique.

-Third-Person Perspective-

Rainer steadied his breath and closed his eyes. Force flowed within him, pulsing like a quiet river of energy.

"If the sword flows like a gentle stream, then the spear must become a storm that destroys everything in its path."

He recalled the fundamental teachings of Force.

Swordsmen channeled Force throughout their bodies to enhance speed and strength. Some even turned their Force into a sharp aura around their blades.

But the spear was an extension of oneself. It was not enough to simply strengthen the body—the spear itself had to be reinforced.

"In that case..."

Rainer took a deep breath, gathering Force into his palms as he gripped his spear.

Faint sparks of electricity crackled along the shaft, but the energy was still unstable.

He thrust his spear forward—the Force within it dissipated instantly.

"Failed again."

Over and over, he tried. And over and over, he failed. His Force was too difficult to control within a weapon of this length. If he poured in too much, the spear trembled uncontrollably. If too little, there was no effect at all.

Yet, he did not give up.

That night, Rainer tried again. This time, he didn’t just channel Force into his spear—he focused on feeling how the energy moved within it.

And then, he started to understand something.

"Force is not just power that is transmitted. It is an extension of my own body."

So, it was not just about injecting energy into the spear.

It was about flowing with it.

He opened his eyes, gripping his weapon firmly. This time, instead of concentrating Force into a single point, he allowed it to spread naturally—like blood coursing through his veins.

The result?

-Third-Person Perspective-

As Rainer swung his spear forward...

SWOOSH!

The air around him trembled. His spear shot through with a speed that had previously been impossible.

His eyes widened.

"Did it work?"

He tried again, this time swinging his spear sideways—channeling Force in a spiral pattern, following the natural motion of his weapon.

The result was even more astonishing.

The Force energy spiraled along the length of the spear like a vortex of wind. Movements that once felt heavy now became lighter, faster, deadlier.

A small smile formed on Rainer’s lips.

He had found the foundation of his technique.

...

Failure. Success. Failure. Success. Failure. Failure. Success. Success. Failure. Success. Success. Success...

Success.

Months passed as Rainer refined his technique. Each day was a struggle between failure and small, nearly imperceptible progress. But in the end, his hard work bore fruit.

Out of hundreds of trials, he discovered three techniques that could be combined into a fighting style unique to him.

A technique that was truly his own.

After months of experimentation, Rainer finally forged his own spear style. He named it "Storm Fang"—a combat style that seamlessly merged the spear with Force, creating attacks that were fast, lethal, and unpredictable.

At its core, Storm Fang was built upon three primary techniques:

1. Thunder Step (Lightning Step)

This technique focused on mobility.

Rainer realized that the greatest weakness of a spearman was distance and speed. While the spear had superior reach compared to a sword, once an enemy closed the gap, a spearman would struggle to defend effectively.

To counter this weakness, Rainer developed Thunder Step.

By channeling Force into his legs in short bursts, he could accelerate his movements in an instant—like a flash of lightning. This was not just about running faster, but creating an effect where he seemed to disappear for a split second before reappearing elsewhere.

However, Thunder Step had its limitations.

The technique consumed a significant amount of energy, meaning it couldn’t be used repeatedly without pause. Overuse would place extreme strain on his body.

But in battle, a single step could be the difference between life and death.

2. Gale Fang (Fangs of the Tempest)

This was the heart of Rainer’s spear style—a fusion of speed, rotation, and devastating power.

Unlike swordsmen who channeled Force in a straight line through their blades, Rainer circulated it in a spiral pattern along his spear. This unique technique allowed his attacks to generate immense destructive force, as if a tornado surrounded his weapon.

The advantages of Gale Fang lay in its versatility.

When used in a thrust, the spiraling energy at the spear’s tip created a drill-like effect, allowing it to pierce through enemy defenses effortlessly. When used in a sweeping slash, the compressed air pressure generated by the rotation could cut an opponent even before the spear physically struck them.

However, Gale Fang required perfect balance between strength and control.

If he infused too much Force, the vortex of energy would become unstable, throwing off his attack or even making him lose grip on his spear.

Thus, this technique demanded relentless training to execute with precision.

3. Phantom Lance (Shadow Spear)

The final and most dangerous technique.

Phantom Lance was an illusion—not through magic, but through sheer manipulation of speed and attack angles to deceive an opponent’s perception.

When executing Phantom Lance, Rainer combined Thunder Step and Gale Fang simultaneously.

With Thunder Step, he moved at blinding speed, causing his opponent to see afterimages of him. With Gale Fang, he attacked from multiple angles, making it nearly impossible for an enemy to distinguish real strikes from phantom ones.

The effect?

Even experienced fighters would be thrown into confusion, believing they were being attacked by multiple spears at once.

However, Phantom Lance placed immense strain on the body.

Each execution required precise footwork, perfect timing, and an extraordinary amount of stamina. Using it more than a few times in one battle could leave his muscles feeling shredded from within.

Storm Fang – A Style Still Evolving

Even though Rainer had created these three techniques, he knew this was just the beginning.

His spear style could still be improved. He needed to refine his Force control, smoothen transitions between techniques, and find a way to sustain battles without exhausting himself too quickly.

But one thing was certain:

He no longer walked in the shadow of the Astoria family.

Now, he had his own fighting style.

And with Storm Fang, he would carve his name into this world.