The next day began like any other.
The sky was clear, the morning breeze cool and soft, and Leon's muscles ached pleasantly from yesterday's training.
He stepped out into the field behind their house and began his usual routine push-ups, squats, and short sprints. The rhythm of it all felt familiar now, grounding him. Each movement was precise, controlled.
At least, that's what he thought.
"Fix your form, boy."
The voice came out of nowhere. Deep, stern, and oddly metallic like someone speaking through a helmet.
Leon froze mid-push-up, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest. He looked around quickly.
No one.
Just him, the grass, and the soft chirping of morning birds.
"Who's there!?" he demanded.
Silence.
He blinked, uncertain if he was hearing things. Maybe he'd been training too much lately
"Up here."
The voice again. This time, coming from above.
Leon hesitated, then looked up.
And froze.
Floating right above his head was a glowing orb about the size of a melon with a faint silver light swirling inside it. A ghostly helmet, black and battle-worn, floated over it like a crown.
Leon stumbled backward, nearly falling over. "G-G-Ghost!?"
Before he could move, another voice spoke this one calmer, older, and tinged with amusement.
"Really, Dark Knight, must you always make such dramatic entrances?"
Leon's eyes widened as another orb appeared beside the first one this one golden and warm, surrounded by faint motes of blue light. On top of it floated a pointed hat the kind only old wizards wore in stories.
The new orb sighed deeply, its tone sounding oddly human. "You're scaring the boy."
"I was correcting his form," the first one the helmeted orb replied curtly. "A warrior must maintain discipline."
Leon just stood there, mouth half open. "Wh-what is happening right now!?"
The golden orb floated forward slightly, as if bowing. "Calm yourself, young one. We mean you no harm."
Leon pointed weakly at them. "You… you talking orbs mean me no harm?"
The wizardly one chuckled. "Fair enough. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Great Sorcerer of the Ancient Order, once known throughout the lands as the master of the arcane arts."
Leon blinked. "…You're a ball."
There was a pause. "…Ahem. My form is temporary. Let's call it… spiritual convenience."
The silver orb hovered closer, its voice cold and steady. "And I am the Dark Knight — the one who stood between light and shadow. A protector of those who could not protect themselves."
Leon took a step back, hands raised. "Okay… okay… so the creepy ghost helmet is a Dark Knight, and the glowing old man orb is a Sorcerer. Right. That makes sense. Totally normal."
The Sorcerer laughed softly. "You're taking this better than most mortals would."
"I'm not taking it well!" Leon shouted, still half-panicking.
For a few seconds, both orbs floated silently in front of him. Then the Sorcerer spoke again.
"Relax, boy. You summoned us."
Leon froze. "I… did what?"
"When you accepted our paths the Dark Knight and the Sorcerer you formed a bond," the Sorcerer explained. "A link between your soul and our lingering will."
The Dark Knight nodded. "We are the embodiment of your classes. We are here to guide you… and ensure you do not squander our legacies."
Leon blinked rapidly. "Wait… so you mean… you two are my classes?"
"Precisely," the Sorcerer said, sounding pleased. "Think of us as mentors, if you will. Guardians of the knowledge and power you've chosen."
The Dark Knight floated closer, the air around him growing slightly colder. "And I will ensure your blade never wavers, your defense never falters."
Leon just stared between the two glowing spirits, his brain still trying to catch up. "So… you're saying my class comes with… teachers?"
"In a sense," the Sorcerer said with a small chuckle. "Though not every student appreciates the value of wisdom."
"Wisdom?" the Dark Knight scoffed. "He needs discipline first."
Leon raised a hand. "Uh, can we maybe not argue while I'm still processing that my classes are alive?"
The Sorcerer chuckled again. "Fair enough, boy. You'll get used to it. Most chosen never see us you are… a rather unique case."
That last line made Leon pause. "Unique how?"
Both orbs exchanged a faint, knowing hum.
Finally, the Dark Knight said, "Most mortals can only bear one class. To carry two… your soul is something unusual. Unstable, even. But strong."
"Unstable?" Leon repeated nervously.
"Nothing to fear," the Sorcerer said quickly. "It merely means your potential is vast untamed. That is why we're here: to keep your strength in balance."
Leon stared down at his hands. He had suspected something was different from the start the dual system, the double classes but hearing it confirmed sent a chill through him.
"So… I'm not normal."
"Far from it," the Sorcerer said proudly. "You stand at the threshold of power few could dream of."
The Dark Knight's tone softened slightly. "But power without control leads to ruin. Remember that, boy."
Leon took a deep breath, finally letting his nerves settle. "Alright… so you two are my mentors now. Great. A ghost knight and a floating wizard orb. What's next, a talking sword?"
The Sorcerer hummed. "That can be arranged."
"Please don't," Leon muttered quickly.
Both orbs chuckled faintly even the stoic Dark Knight seemed to give a low, amused hum.
For the first time since this strange adventure began, Leon felt something new not confusion or fear, but excitement.
If his classes had spirits… if his powers came from something this deep… then maybe he really was different from the rest of this world.
Maybe he could truly change what was to come.
As the orbs faded into faint motes of light and vanished, Leon stood alone again in the field, the morning wind brushing against him.
He smiled faintly.
"Guess my life just got a lot weirder," he muttered.
Then, tightening his gloves, he dropped back down and continued his workout this time with perfect form.