Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 729: Chapter 729 – Taming the Fifth Year – Inner Truth

Ren entered his room and the boys looked at him.

Taro opened his mouth, clearly about to ask some question about the dance, about Luna, about whatever had happened during practice.

Questions were written all over his face. Curiosity and concern mixed with the particular kind of nosiness that came from caring about your friend but also wanting gossip.

But something in Ren’s expression, or maybe in his body language, made Taro close his mouth without saying a word.

There was a strange mood in the air.

Heavy.

Like the calm after celebrating an intense battle. Like the exhaustion that came after victory when adrenaline finally stopped sustaining you and the true cost became apparent.

Min and Liu exchanged glances but also said nothing.

They recognized something in Ren’s demeanor. Something that suggested pushing for information right now would be unwelcome.

Whatever had happened needed processing before it could be shared.

Ren reached the side of his bed, removed the outer part of his formal clothes with mechanical movements, and simply let himself fall backward onto the mattress.

He closed his eyes.

And breathed.

It was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life… No, not breathing, dancing with her.

He wasn’t exaggerating, wasn’t being dramatic.

This was an objective assessment from someone who’d faced actual life-or-death situations and could compare the difficulty levels with honesty.

He’d never been so concentrated… So focused.

So deliberately calm as to enter that state where you see things move in slow motion, where every detail becomes crystalline and clear.

He’d entered that state during other battles before. Against mutant hybrids that moved faster than human reflexes should track. Against enemies in war where hesitation meant death. In those moments where the possibility of dying was real and every decision mattered absolutely.

But this…

This had been worse.

No death battle had demanded so much from him.

Not even the most serious training sessions against Lin, where she’d pushed him to limits he didn’t know existed while correcting every flaw in his technique with painful teaching.

Not even the “serious” battle they’d had where she’d stopped holding back.

Not even with Zhao, where the veteran professor pushed him to power levels Ren didn’t know he had.

This had been different.

Because it wasn’t about fighting.

It was about… trying to connect to a complex mind.

About reading every micro-expression on Luna’s face. About feeling every change in her mana and muscle tension. About knowing exactly when to speak and when to stay silent. When to push and when to retreat.

Combat had patterns. Predictable responses to stimuli. If you attacked high, defenders moved to block high. If you feinted left, they shifted weight left. Cause and effect that could be learned and exploited.

But this? This required reading a person whose entire life was built around not being readable. Who’d spent years perfecting masks that hid true thoughts. Who could maintain composure while drowning internally.

Ren had integrated every single piece of advice he’d been given.

And there had been a lot of advice.

“Words matter less than the intention behind them. She’ll feel if you’re sincere.”

That one from Larissa, who understood better than most how nobles learned to detect lies beneath polite phrases.

“Don’t pressure her. Give her space to breathe and process. But also don’t let her feel like you’re pulling away.”

Liora’s contribution.

“Be specific in your promises. Vagueness is the enemy of trust.”

Julius had said that, unexpectedly offering advice during a brief conversation about “political negotiations” that they both knew wasn’t about politics at all.

“I don’t love this dilemma of yours since Liora is acting weird, but… Keep your word. If you promise patience, demonstrate patience. Actions speak louder.”

Selphira, naturally. She understood better than anyone how promises meant nothing without follow-through. How trust was built through years of consistency rather than grand gestures.

“Control. Always control. Don’t let your emotions dictate your words.”

Zhao, approaching it from a tactical perspective like emotions were just another variable to be managed in combat.

“But don’t be a golem either. She needs to see that you care, not just hear it.”

Lin, adding nuance that Zhao’s purely tactical approach missed. Understanding that too much control became its own problem when trying to communicate genuine feelings.

Even Mayo had offered advice, whispered conspiratorially when the other maids weren’t nearby: “Lady Luna responds to action more than words. Show her you can be patient. That you can wait and that you won’t force her.”

And advice from others who’d noticed what was happening and offered perspectives Ren hadn’t considered. From friends who’d watched Luna from different angles and seen things he’d missed.

At least the ones that sounded most logical. That came from the most experienced people.

Ren had integrated everything.

Every piece of advice, every suggestion and every warning about what not to do.

And he felt like he’d succeeded.

The first part, at least.

Now only the second part remained.

If Luna decided to open up, if she talked…

He’d have to concentrate on listening instead of speaking.

Most people had agreed that would happen eventually. That Luna, once she decided to trust, would release everything she’d been carrying. That the dam would break and everything would come flooding out in a torrent that couldn’t be stopped once it started.

And then Ren would have to be the big vessel for that.

The listener now… The silent support.

Without interrupting and especially without trying to fix everything immediately even when every instinct screamed to take action.

Just… listen.

Girls are complicated entities, Ren thought with something between admiration and exasperation.

The thought arrived complete with memories of conversations that suddenly made sense in retrospect. Moments where female friends had behaved in ways that seemed irrational until you understood the emotional logic underneath.

He remembered his father, in one of those rare conversations where the normally silent man had decided to share “life wisdom.”

“Son,” he’d said while they worked together in the garden., punishment for some long-forgotten transgression that had required joint manual labor, “eventually you’ll find someone who matters to you. And that someone will probably be complicated in ways you never imagined.”

“Complicated how?” Ren had asked, young and naive, thinking love was simple when you cared about someone.

“In every possible way,” his father had responded with a smile that suggested painful experiences. Hard-won knowledge from decades of marriage to Ren’s mother. “And you’ll discover something fundamental about life.”

“What?”

“That we can’t live with them…” his father had made a dramatic pause, timing perfected through repetition of this particular piece of wisdom, “nor without them.”

Ren hadn’t understood at the time.

The words had seemed like meaningless platitudes. The kind of thing adults said that was supposed to sound profound but mostly just confused you.

Now it was starting to make more sense.

Because Luna was driving him crazy.

The hot and cold. The walls and glimpses behind them. The way she looked at him sometimes like he was the most important person in her world and other times like she wished he’d disappear.

But also…

He couldn’t imagine not having that craziness in his life.

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