Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb nodded thoughtfully, absorbing his grandfather's words with keen interest. He had always admired Jeff's prowess in battle, but now he saw firsthand the true extent of his power.

"And what about you, Adam?" Jeff inquired, his tone laced with curiosity. "What cards do you have up your sleeve?"

A sly grin tugged at Caleb's lips as he considered his response. "Let's just say I have a few tricks left to show you," he replied cryptically. "But you'll have to wait until our next spar to see

Jeff raised an eyebrow inquisitively, his interest piqued by Caleb's confident demeanor. He knew his grandson was holding something back, but he also sensed the determination burning within him.

Their conversation shifted to a different topic, Jeff's curiosity piqued by Caleb's remarkable battle experience despite his young age. "How did you acquire such incredible skills at such a young age?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

'Of course, I've had my fair share of battles in other worlds that I've been!'

Of course, he won't tell Jeff about that. Jeff already knew a lot of his secrets. He will keep his transmigrator status to himself.

Caleb hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting to the ground as he pondered his response. "It's a long story," he began slowly, choosing his words with care. "But let's just say I've had my fair share of challenges growing up. Each battle, each encounter, has taught me something new, shaping me into the warrior I am today."

Jeff listened intently, his expression thoughtful as he processed Caleb's words. He had always known his grandson was special, but now he saw the depth of his strength and resilience.

As their conversation delved deeper into the intricacies of combat, Jeff's wisdom shone through as he shared insights gleaned from thousands of years of battle.

"The essence of battle lies in calmness and tranquility," Jeff remarked, his voice carrying the weight of his experience. "In the heat of combat, it's easy to lose oneself in a flurry of emotions. But true mastery comes from maintaining a clear mind and a steady heart."

Caleb listened intently, absorbing his grandfather's words with rapt attention. He had always admired Jeff's serene demeanor in the midst of chaos, and now he understood the importance of cultivating that same inner peace.

"I've learned a lot from our sparring sessions," Caleb admitted, a note of humility coloring his tone. "Fighting someone far stronger than me has forced me to adapt and evolve. But I still believe that the essence of combat lies in technique and style."

Jeff nodded in agreement, acknowledging Caleb's perspective with a knowing smile. "Technique and style are certainly important," he conceded. "But without the calmness and tranquility to wield them effectively, they are little more than empty gestures."

Their exchange continued late into the night, each revelation deepening Caleb's understanding of the art of combat. He realized that true mastery was not simply about overpowering one's opponent, but about achieving harmony between mind, body, and spirit.

As Jeff reminisced about the past, his thoughts drifted back to a time when he had trained Caleb's father, Richard. With a nostalgic smile, he began to recount their training sessions, each memory vividly etched in his mind.

"I remember when I was training your father, Richard," Jeff began, his voice tinged with fondness. "He was a spirited young man, much like you. But whereas you possess a natural genius for combat, Richard was more... unconventional in his approach."

Caleb listened intently, eager to learn more about his father's journey as a warrior. He had always admired Richard's tenacity and determination, despite his unconventional methods.

"Richard had a knack for thinking outside the box," Jeff continued, his gaze distant as he recalled their training sessions. "He would often come up with unorthodox strategies that took his opponents by surprise. But as talented as he was, I knew deep down that he wasn't suited for the rigors of combat."

Caleb nodded in understanding, his mind racing with thoughts of his father's legacy. He had always admired Richard's resilience in the face of adversity, but now he understood the true extent of his father's struggles.

"It wasn't easy for him," Jeff admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "But he knew that his talents lay elsewhere. He found his calling in leadership and diplomacy, using his wit and charm to navigate the complexities of the business industry"

Despite his father's shortcomings as a warrior, he had still managed to carve out a path of success for himself, leaving behind a legacy that Caleb could only hope to live up to.

"I may not have inherited my father's political acumen," Caleb remarked, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. "But I'm determined to forge my own path as a warrior. With your guidance, Grandfather, I know that I can achieve greatness."

Jeff smiled warmly, his eyes shining with pride. "You have the heart of a warrior, Adam," he said,

"Are you sure, Grandfather?" Caleb asked, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

Jeff chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Nonsense," he replied, using Caleb's given name. "I have every confidence in your abilities. Besides, I'm eager to see just how far you've come."

With a determined nod, Caleb squared his shoulders, steeling himself for the challenge ahead. He knew that facing Jeff would be no easy feat, but he was ready to give it his all.

"As a matter of fact, Grandfather," Caleb began, a hint of excitement in his voice, "I have a new form – a fusion of my skills that I believe will give me an edge in battle."

Jeff's interest was piqued, his gaze sharpening with curiosity. "A fusion, you say? Tell me more, Adam."

Caleb took a deep breath, steadying himself as he prepared to unveil his latest creation. "It's a combination of my Skeletal Dragon, Sword Aura, and a few other skills," he explained. "I've been wanting to find a chance to test it and it seems that now is the perfect time, and I believe it may give me the strength to hold my own against even the likes of you."

Jeff's eyes widened in surprise, impressed by Caleb's ingenuity. "That sounds like quite the formidable form," he remarked a hint of pride in his voice. "I'm eager to see it in action."

With a determined nod, Caleb began to focus his energy, channeling his newfound power as he prepared to unleash his fused form. As the air around him crackled with electricity, he could feel the raw power coursing through his veins, propelling him to new heights of strength and skill.
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"Here goes nothing," Caleb muttered to himself, his heart pounding with anticipation. With a swift motion, he unleashed his fused form, his body enveloped in a dazzling display of energy and light.

As Jeff watched in awe, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride swell within him. His grandson had come so far, surpassing even his own expectations with his determination and skill.

"Don't hold back, Adam,"