This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange

The wind dragon was down—but not out.

Its body twitched as it clawed its way back to its feet, trembling from the force of Aegis’ Abyssal energy-charged strike. One wing hung limp and crumpled, but its eyes were still sharp, and its aura flared defiantly. That was the trouble with dragons—they didn’t go down quietly. Especially not ones boosted to 2.5 times their normal strength.

It snarled and thrashed, fangs bared, wind swirling erratically around it in defence. Aegis stood nearby, ready for another strike, but Kain raised a hand.

“Hold. Let them do their part.”

At his signal, the sky buzzed.

Vespids poured in from the far side of the field, dozens of them. The smaller guards that had been lurking around the perimeter now swooped down with mechanical precision. Their needle-like stingers gleamed under the intense stage lights. They focused on targeting the now-injured wing and fragile areas like the eyes. Fortunately, the combat training done with Kain has ensured their aim is as good as the best military snipers.

Unfortunately, the stingers were not strong enough to cause substantial damage, aside from making the dragon irritated, increase its pain, and have to close its eyes.

The dragon growled and snapped at them, head whipping back and forth erratically to try and bite down a Vespid by chance—but they were too quick.e

On the ground, Vauleth flared his wings, summoning a ring of bubbling magma around the beast’s flank. The stage melted in that location, making it harder for the opponent to move since he could no longer fly. He didn’t attack directly. He just kept it pinned. Every time the wind dragon tried to rise or shift, Vauleth would melt the portion of the stage supporting its body to disturb it.

Minimal damage. Maximum irritation.

And that was the point.

They were never going to beat the wind dragon head-on.

But they could distract it.

Bea pulsed silently beside Kain. Even without words, he knew what she was thinking. The wind dragon’s rhythm was broken. Its mind was disoriented, injured, angry.

And most importantly—vulnerable.

The invisible Pale Thought Field retracted. Instead of spreading across the entire battlefield, Bea condensed it into a tight net focused on a single target.

The wind dragon jerked. Its foreleg spasmed. It blinked twice in confusion.

Then a moment of eerie stillness fell over it.

Bea’s presence sank deep.

The dragon’s tail curled awkwardly. Its legs stuttered mid-step. Its wings twitched without coordination.

Then its aura shimmered. Warped.

The wild surge of Soren’s signature skill vanished from it.

Bea had taken control, cutting it off from the rest of its allies.

However, Kain was slightly disappointed. It seemed this royal skill had more than met the eye. Kain had hoped that after Bea took over, he’d also have an Over Powered wind dragon on his side.

But the second Bea took over, the connection was completely cut off—almost as if the skill itself had some sentience and knew to no longer support that dragon.

However, everything was not all bad. After that dragon was disconnected, the boost shared with the other 3 dragons also decreased slightly. Now instead of being 2.5x stronger than before, they were closer to being around 2x stronger than before.

For the first time in the match, the stadium exploded in sound. They knew that this meant Kain’s mysterious initial contract, the mental-attribute one nobody has ever seen, had likely made a move. Cheers, gasps, and stunned voices blended together. A few students even stood up from their seats, shouting Kain’s name. Particularly, those who had bet on Kain before the match and were beginning to get worried.

But now it would appear as though the flow of the battle has shifted. Now the boosted Aegis was having a more stable time dealing with the other 3 with the support of the wind dragon added to their side, and Vauleth and the Vespid guards launching attacks from the sidelines.

Given enough time, Kain was still confident in winning. After all, the skill Soren used can’t possibly last for much longer.

But despite the small victory, Kain didn’t smile.

His expression had hardened.

Because something wasn’t right.

The air around him had gone heavy. Not just from spiritual pressure.

From fate.

He felt it.

A thread pulling taut.

A black thread frayed and on the verge of snapping in his mind’s eye.

Threads of Destiny.

Danger.

He turned.

And saw it.

Soren was across the arena, posture perfect—but face pale. Too pale.

Blood ran down from the corner of his mouth and both of his hands trembled at his sides

But his eyes were locked on Kain.

And glowing.

“Crazy bastard…,” Kain muttered.

He didn’t even need to guess.

A second spiritual skill.

Likely another powerful one exclusive to the royal family.

Whatever it was, based on the Threads of Destiny, it wasn’t meant to drag out the match.

It was meant to end it, and likely will harm Kain and his contracts in the process.

Soren raised his right hand, slowly, as if lifting something impossibly heavy. A strange resonance pulsed through the air, one that even the announcers fell silent to. And the nonstop narration of the events on the field for those at the back of the stands came to a halt.

A second sigil composed of spiritual power unfurled behind him—vast, slow, and spiraling like a living flame. It curled in the shape of a crown split open into eight points, each tip engraved with a draconic rune that shimmered like burning stars. The stadium’s temperature shifted. The air thickened.

Kain didn’t recognize it.

But every cell in his body screamed to get away.

An ethereal golden chain was sent out from the crown and attached to each of the dragons—including the one controlled by Bea.

The uncontrolled three dragons roared in unison. Their bodies began to break apart, not as destruction, but reformation.

Their silhouettes bent toward each other as if drawn by gravity. Lightning arced from gold to amethyst, then webbed through the air to the aquatic dragon’s shimmering scales. They folded into each other, bone to bone, aura to aura.

A single fused monstrous entity emerged—three times the size of any of them alone. Six eyes burned down upon the field. A roar that sounded like three overlaid voices rang across the field

But that wasn’t the end.

Although it was slower to combine with the others, that didn’t mean the skill had no effect. Bea screamed—telepathically. Kain staggered from the sharp pain that came through the bond that managed to be transmitted by the split.

The wind dragon—her puppet—arched its back and snapped its head toward the fusing mass. An unnatural ripple tore through its body.

The fusion was forcibly reclaiming its fourth piece.

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