Meskipun Asher bisa saja dengan mudah meminta Lyra menunggangi kuda itu dan menyelesaikannya, dia tahu bukan itu intinya. Dia ada di sini untuk menikmati momen, prosesnya, bukan untuk melewatinya terburu-buru seperti balapan cepat. Dengan pemikiran itu, Lyra beralih ke pelajaran berikutnya: menaiki kuda. Asher sebenarnya tidak terlalu membutuhkan instruksi untuk bagian ini; dia sudah berkali-kali melihatnya di film dan anime. Meski begitu, Lyra memperagakan cara yang benar untuk menaiki kuda, dengan luwes mengayunkan kakinya dan duduk mantap di pelana. Asher mengikutinya, menirukan gerakan itu dengan mudah. Bahkan jika dia tidak tahu caranya, dia bisa saja dengan mudah naik ke punggung kuda berkat fisik dan koordinasinya. Namun, Lyra menyuruhnya mengulangi proses itu beberapa kali, memastikan hal itu menjadi kebiasaan. Kemudian, mereka lanjut ke pelajaran ketiga: postur duduk. Lyra menghabiskan beberapa menit mengoreksi posisi duduk Asher sambil memberikan instruksi yang ringkas dan jelas. "Jaga kakimu tetap rileks tapi dekat dengan sisi kuda," arahnya tenang. "Pegang tali kendali dengan lembut, tangan rendah dan stabil, tepat di atas pelana." Asher menyerap dan menirukan setiap kata dengan mudah. Berkat Memori Otot Sempurnanya, apa pun yang dia lakukan secara fisik dilakukan dengan presisi. Bahkan jika Asher ingin memperlambat proses belajar agar lebih menikmatinya, kemampuannya tidak peduli dengan keinginan seperti itu. Berikutnya pelajaran keempat: perintah dasar. Ini melibatkan cara membimbing dan mengarahkan kuda menggunakan isyarat fisik maupun perintah verbal. Menit demi menit berlalu, dan tak lama kemudian Asher sudah menyerap semua instruksi yang diperlukan. Tak butuh waktu lama, dia sudah menunggang kuda dengan langkah cepat melintasi lapangan terbuka, kuda itu merespons perintahnya dengan mulus. Senyum cerah terulas di wajah Asher, kekanak-kanakan dan tanpa beban, saat angin menerpa dirinya. Dia bisa dengan mudah berlari lebih cepat dari kuda itu jika mau, kecepatannya sendiri jauh melampaui kuda mana pun, tapi bukan itu intinya. Pengalaman itu sendiri yang penting. Dia bahkan mendapati dirinya melompati beberapa rintangan yang tersebar di medan latihan. ’Aku pernah melihat orang memanah sambil menunggang kuda... mungkin aku harus mencoba mempelajarinya juga,’ Asher merenung sambil menunggang tanpa beban. Di belakangnya, Lyra mengikuti dengan tenang di atas kudanya sendiri. Setelah hampir satu jam menunggang dengan penuh semangat, Asher beralih ke kuda Enduron. Anehnya, dia menanganinya sama mudahnya seperti kuda biasa. Setelah menguasai dasar-dasarnya, dia merasa cukup percaya diri untuk meningkatkan tantangan. "Lyra, ayo balapan," ujarnya tiba-tiba. Lyra tersenyum dan mengangguk tanpa ragu. "Sesuai keinginanmu, Tuan Muda." Mereka memutuskan memakai kuda biasa untuk balapan agar adil. Dengan start yang meledak, kuda cokelat dan kuda hitam melesat ke depan, membelah angin dan menyusup di antara pepohonan di belakang kediaman Wargrave. Irama gemuruh kaki kuda menghantam bumi bergema di lapangan, diiringi suara napas berat dan jantung yang berdebar kencang, meski semuanya tenggelam di bawah dentum momentum yang mantap. Selama balapan, Asher bahkan meneriakkan frasa klise "Ayo lari!" tanpa rasa malu sedikit pun. Dia benar-benar menikmati dirinya, merangkul momen itu sepenuhnya. Dan seperti yang diduga, dia kalah telak dari Lyra. "Balapan yang bagus, Lyra," kata Asher sambil tersenyum, turun dari kuda saat mereka kembali menuju kamarnya. "Terima kasih, Tuan Muda," balas Lyra, membalas senyumnya. Dia tidak bersikap lunak padanya, dan memang tidak perlu. Kemenangannya nyata. Setelah kembali ke kamar, Asher langsung mandi dan berganti pakaian bersih. Dia sudah menunggang kuda berjam-jam, dan meski aktivitas fisik itu masih bisa ditangani, tubuhnya tetap berdebu dan tertiup angin. Menjelang malam, rasa penasaran menariknya. Dia mendapati dirinya melangkah ke ruang latihan pribadinya, tempat yang belum pernah dia kunjungi sejak pindah ke kamar barunya. Tapi malam ini, dia tidak bisa menahan keinginan untuk memeriksanya. Saat dia mendorong pintu berat itu, gelombang Astra yang padat menerpanya. Begitu dia melangkah masuk, pintu itu menutup otomatis di belakangnya dengan bunyi berdebam pelan. ’Luar biasa. Konsentrasi Astra di sini lebih dari dua puluh kali lipat daripada di kamarku,’ pikir Asher, matanya memindai ruangan dengan kagum. Dinding-dindingnya tampak terbuat dari sejenis logam berat yang tidak dikenal. Bahkan lantainya dibuat dari material misterius yang sama. Semuanya memancarkan daya tahan dan kekuatan. ’Di tempat ini, aku bisa memulihkan Astra jauh lebih cepat. Aku bisa berkultivasi dengan laju yang dipercepat. Ini bisa menghemat banyak waktuku,’ pikirnya puas, berjalan pelan mengelilingi ruangan. Dia menghabiskan beberapa menit memeriksa setiap sudut, mengagumi konstruksi dan kemungkinannya. Lalu, merasa puas untuk saat ini, dia keluar. Saat itu, kegelapan telah menyelimuti dunia Crymora. Matahari sudah lama terbenam, dan bulan kini memancarkan cahaya keperakan lembut di seluruh kediaman. Beberapa saat setelah dia kembali ke kamar, Lyra masuk membawa makan malamnya, yang Asher santap dengan syukur. Pikirannya sudah melayang ke latihan yang dia rencanakan mulai besok. Malam itu, saat dia berbaring di tempat tidur dengan pikiran melayang, ketukan pelan bergema di ruangan. ’Ada apa Wuthenya di sini?’ Asher bertanya-tanya, mengenali kehadirannya melalui Persepsi Omni sebelum perempuan itu masuk. Tapi sebelum dia sempat mengucapkan "Masuk" seperti biasa, pintu berderit terbuka, dan Wuthenya melangkah masuk dengan santai, sama sekali tidak peduli pada formalitas. "Kak Wuthenya, ada apa ke sini?" tanya Asher sambil sedikit bangkit, mengubah posisinya menjadi duduk di tempat tidur. "Oh ho... apa aku tidak boleh mengunjungi adikku hanya karena aku ingin?" Wuthenya bertanya dengan main-main, tersenyum saat matanya bertemu dengan mata Asher. "Boleh saja, Kak Wuthenya. Aku hanya kaget, ini sudah cukup malam," jawab Asher, sedikit menggelengkan kepala. Wuthenya tertawa pelan, lalu berkata, "Aku datang untuk memberitahumu bahwa aku akan pergi. Ini akan menjadi pertemuan terakhir kita untuk sementara waktu, Bungsu." Asher mengangkat alis. "Bukankah berbahaya bepergian pada jam segini? Bagaimana kalau kamu disergap?" "Jangan khawatir," balasnya, masih tersenyum. "Tidak ada yang berani. Lagipula, kalau aku mati, Bungsu akan membalas dendam untukku, kan?" Dia mengatakannya dengan nada ringan dan menggoda, tapi matanya menyimpan percikan kehangatan yang tulus. Asher tidak langsung menjawab. Sebaliknya, dia tersenyum, lalu berdiri. "Biarkan aku mengantarmu ke kereta." Bersama-sama, mereka melangkah keluar ke udara malam yang sejuk, berbicara santai tentang hal-hal sepele saat berjalan. Beberapa menit kemudian, mereka tiba di lokasi yang ditentukan, tempat pelayan pribadi Wuthenya berdiri menunggu di samping kereta dengan kuda-kuda yang sudah siap. "Sampai jumpa, Kak Wuthenya," kata Asher saat perempuan itu mulai naik ke kereta. Wuthenya berhenti, lalu menoleh untuk menatapnya. "Aku berharap mendengar hasil yang bagus saat kamu masuk Akademi, Bungsu," katanya, suaranya membawa sedikit harapan penuh kasih. Setelah itu, dia melangkah masuk dan menutup pintu dengan lembut. Namun bahkan saat kereta mulai bergerak pergi, mata hitamnya yang tajam tetap tertuju padanya hingga saat-saat terakhir. Asher tidak menjawab. Sebenarnya, dia hampir tidak tahu apa-apa tentang Akademi. Tapi dia hanya melambaikan tangan dalam diam, menonton kereta itu menghilang ke dalam malam. Dengan desahan pelan, Asher berbalik dan menghilang kembali ke kamarnya.
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Although Asher could have easily asked Lyra to ride the horse and be done with it, he knew that wasn’t the point. He was here to enjoy the moment, the process, not to rush through it like a speedrun.
With that in mind, Lyra moved to the next lesson: mounting the horse.
Asher didn’t really require much instruction for this part; he had seen it done countless times in movies and anime. Still, Lyra demonstrated the correct way to mount a horse, gracefully swinging her leg over and sitting firmly in the saddle. Asher followed suit, mimicking the motion effortlessly.
Even if he hadn’t known how, he could have easily finessed his way onto the horse’s back with his physique and coordination. Nevertheless, Lyra made him repeat the process several times, ensuring it became second nature.
Then, they proceeded to the third lesson: sitting posture.
Lyra spent a few minutes correcting Asher’s seated position as she gave concise and purposeful instructions. "Keep your legs relaxed but close to the horse’s sides," she instructed calmly. "Hold the reins softly, with your hands low and steady, just above the saddle."
Asher absorbed and replicated every word with ease. Thanks to his Perfect Muscle Memory, anything he physically performed was done with precision. Even if Asher had wanted to slow the learning process to enjoy it more, his ability paid no attention to such sentiments.
Next came the fourth lesson: basic commands.
This involved learning how to guide and direct the horse using both physical cues and verbal signals.
Minutes blurred into more minutes, and soon Asher had absorbed every necessary instruction. Before long, he was trotting across the open field, the horse responding seamlessly to his commands.
A bright smile spread across Asher’s face, boyish and carefree, as the wind swept against him. He could easily outrun the horse if he wanted, his own speed far exceeded that of any steed, but that wasn’t the point. The experience itself was what mattered. He even found himself leaping over a few hurdles scattered across the training grounds.
’I’ve seen people shooting arrows while riding... maybe I should try learning that too,’ Asher mused as he rode without restraint. Behind him, Lyra followed calmly atop her own horse.
After nearly an hour of spirited riding, Asher switched over to an Enduron horse. Surprisingly, he handled it just as easily as the normal one. Having mastered the basics, he felt confident enough to raise the stakes.
"Lyra, let’s race," he declared suddenly.
Lyra smiled in response and nodded without hesitation. "As you wish, Young Master."
They decided to use the normal horses for the race to keep things fair. In an explosive start, a brown horse and a black one burst forward, cutting through the wind and weaving between the trees behind the Wargrave estate.
The thunderous rhythm of hooves striking the earth echoed through the field, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing and pounding hearts, though all of it was drowned beneath the steady beat of momentum.
During the race, Asher even shouted the cliché phrase "Giddy up!" without any trace of embarrassment. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, embracing the moment fully.
And as expected, he completely lost to Lyra.
"Good race, Lyra," Asher said with a smile, dismounting as they made their way back toward his room.
"Thank you, Young Master," Lyra replied, returning the smile. She hadn’t gone easy on him, and she hadn’t needed to. Her victory had been genuine.
Once they returned to the room, Asher immediately took a bath and changed into fresh clothes. He had been riding for hours, and the physical exertion, while manageable, had still left him dusty and windblown.
Later in the evening, curiosity tugged at him. He found himself stepping into his personal training room, a place he hadn’t visited since he moved into his new room. But tonight, he couldn’t resist the urge to inspect it.
As he pushed open the heavy door, a wave of dense Astra washed over him. The moment he stepped inside, the door shut automatically behind him with a quiet thud.
’Incredible. The Astra concentration in here is over twenty times higher than the one in my room,’ Asher thought, his eyes scanning the chamber in awe.
The walls appeared to be made of some kind of heavy, unfamiliar metal. Even the floor was crafted from the same mysterious material. Everything exuded durability and strength.
’In this place, I can recover my Astra far faster. I can cultivate at an accelerated pace. This could save me an enormous amount of time,’ he thought with satisfaction, walking slowly around the chamber.
He took several minutes to inspect every corner, marveling at its construction and possibilities. Then, satisfied for now, he stepped out. By that point, darkness had blanketed the world of Crymora. The sun had long set, and the moon now cast its gentle silver light across the estate.
Within moments of his return to his room, Lyra entered with his dinner, which Asher ate gratefully. His thoughts were already drifting toward the training he planned to begin the next day.
Later that night, as he lay on his bed deep in thought, a soft knock echoed through the room.
’What’s Wuthenya doing here?’ Asher wondered, recognizing her presence through his Omni Perception before she even entered.
But before he could utter his usual "Come in," the door creaked open, and Wuthenya stepped in casually, entirely unbothered by formalities.
"Sister Wuthenya, what are you doing here?" Asher asked as he rose slightly, shifting into a seated position on his bed.
"Oh ho... can’t I visit my little brother just because I feel like it?" Wuthenya asked playfully, smiling as her eyes met his.
"You can, Sister Wuthenya. I’m just surprised, it’s already quite late," Asher replied, shaking his head slightly.
Wuthenya chuckled softly, then said, "I came to inform you of my departure. This will be our last meeting for a while, youngest."
Asher raised an eyebrow. "Isn’t it dangerous to travel at this time of night? What if you’re ambushed?"
"Don’t worry," she replied, still smiling. "No one would dare. And besides, if I die, the youngest will avenge me, right?"
She said it in a light, teasing tone, but her eyes held a spark of genuine warmth.
Asher didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he smiled, then stood. "Let me escort you to your carriage."
Together, they stepped out into the cool night air, talking casually about trivial matters as they walked. A few minutes later, they arrived at the designated location where Wuthenya’s personal maid stood waiting beside a carriage with the horses already prepared.
"See you later, Sister Wuthenya," Asher said as she began to climb into the carriage.
Wuthenya paused, then turned to look at him. "I expect to hear good results when you enter the Academy, youngest," she said, her voice carrying a hint of fond expectation.
With that, she stepped inside and gently closed the door. Yet even as the carriage began to roll away, her sharp black eyes lingered on him until the very last moment.
Asher didn’t reply. In truth, he knew next to nothing about the Academy. But he simply waved her off in silence, watching the carriage disappear into the night.
With a soft sigh, Asher turned and disappeared back into his room.
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