Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Training The Roar

The Tiger Estate’s private training hall was a masterpiece of architecture. It was a wide, open-air pavilion made of ironwood and stone, surrounded by a tranquil koi pond. It was designed to withstand the sparring of grown Tiger warriors.

It was not designed for a six-year-old with a sonic cannon in his throat.

General Rajah stood in the center of the mat, his hands clasped behind his back. He had changed into a simple white training gi.

Arjun stood opposite him, vibrating with energy. He was also wearing a tiny gi, his tail twitching back and forth like a metronome set to fast.

Barnaby stood at the edge of the mat, holding a tray of earplugs.

"The Roar is not about volume," Rajah instructed, his voice cutting through the morning air. "It is about Will. You must project your intention, not just your voice. If you shout with a scattered mind, you break everything. If you shout with a focused mind, you break only what you choose."

Rajah pointed to a row of five heavy wooden training dummies lined up ten feet away.

"Target the middle dummy," Rajah commanded. "Do not touch the others. Use the Roar to knock it down. Just the middle one."

Arjun grinned. "Easy peasy! Watch this, Dad!"

Arjun planted his feet. He took a deep breath. He stared at the middle dummy.

Okay, middle guy. You’re going down!

He focused. He felt the buzz in his chest. He opened his mouth.

"HAA!"

BOOM.

It wasn’t a precision strike. It was a shotgun blast.

A wave of distorted golden air ripped out of Arjun’s mouth. It hit the middle dummy, yes. But it also hit the two dummies on the left, the two on the right, the weapon rack behind them, and the stone wall at the back of the dojo.

The dummies exploded into splinters. The weapon rack turned into shrapnel. A large crack appeared in the back wall.

Barnaby politely shielded his face with the silver tray as wood chips rained down like confetti.

Arjun coughed, waving the dust away. "Did I get him?"

Rajah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You got him. And his family. And the wall. And my favorite spear."

"I missed?" Arjun’s ears drooped.

"You overpowered it," Rajah said, walking over to kneel in front of his son. "You are treating it like a grenade. You need to treat it like a needle."

"But needles are boring!" Arjun complained, stomping his foot. "I want to be big and loud! I’m a Tiger!"

"Being a King means knowing when not to be loud," Rajah said sternly. "Arjun, listen to me. Yesterday, you saved Clover because you released everything you had. But what if the enemy was standing behind Clover? What if you had roared, and the shockwave hit her too?"

Arjun froze. The color drained from his face. He imagined Clover flying backward like the Bear-kin.

"I... I would hurt her?" Arjun whispered.

"If you lack control, yes," Rajah said softly. "Power without control is just a disaster waiting to happen. Do you want to be a protector, or a hazard?"

Arjun looked at his small hands. He clenched them into fists. "Protector. I want to be the Guard Tiger."

"Then we start with the basics," Rajah stood up. "Breathing."

Barnaby stepped forward and placed a single, lit candle on a pedestal in front of Arjun.

"Blow out the flame," Rajah ordered. "Using the Roar. But do not knock the candle over. And do not melt the wax."

Arjun stared at the tiny flame. It looked so small.

"That’s it?" Arjun scoffed. "Piece of cake."

He leaned in.

"POOF!"

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