To describe a human actions personality was also described by the choice of its action.
That was what defined a Will.
It was and still is considered central to the field of ethics because of its role in enabling deliberate action.
That was how a Will was defined.
No one actually gives thought to its meaning except philosophers, and only will the question of its definition comes to mind when a person comes to regret or question his actions.
Was it right to do something that felt wrong or unethical?
The answer only lied with the fact that a person does what he does because he could.
A choice to read a book was done with the pure will of wanting to read and maybe learn.
A choice to exercise was done by the ambition of becoming healthier…that choice itself was also willed by the person.
And even the choice to die…was done by his own will to cease to exist.
The concept of will was to accept your choice even if it was questionable…unethical… and wrong. As every person had the will to do so.
For every person has a will.
Every animal has a will.
Every living being has a will.
The stronger the will, the more unstoppable they are at their choice.
Like a king who wanted to rule the world, he willed it upon himself to be a man who could not be stopped. Even if an opposing army was to go against his ways, his will to fight will surely rival the enemy.
And as of now, a boy was facing an enemy that wasn't as highly willful as he was. All the giant bird was doing was to see and catch it's prey to feed it to it's children, but the boy before her was a person who willfully wanted more than be a victim to it's own will.
Its enormous eyes looked to his way with such calm but murderous intent, it felt like at the moment he would move, he could die.
But the boy didn't have any intent to die.
He intended to live…to surpass this challenge.
The mother owl first made her move. Without a warning, she flew into the air at such a silent thrust and that it felt only passing air was heard from her flapping wings. Her speed was pretty formidable, almost at the speed of a bullet, but the boy could see her flight as clear as day.
The boy could only ever stare at that giant figure and waited for a chance to hunt…
As she flew all over the single slim mountain, she started her attack. She flew as high as she could almost at the point where she reached a near clod , and started to descent down to the direction of the boy.
Her falling descent reminded him a falling bomb…it felt dangerous to just seeing it fall, and having it land would probably mean death to a lot of people, but the boy has already decided that he will reach the top. Facing a bomb was not something he should fear.
So he readied himself to face a monster.
With his hands in position to hold the small dagger of a tooth, it was like he was holding a typical sword that he would always swing from the days where he would hunt.
With this position in form, he waited for the perfect chance to strike.
His senses grew for every meter the bird was nearing him.
As the distance was clear, the bird's claws started to open in tan attempt to catch the prey.
"...Basic Swordsmanship…" as he said these words, his form ultimate followed each and every movement he ever did just to create the perfect stance of attack.
*Swooossshh~~*
With the claws nearing the boy, his eyes started to show a shining light that was filed with confidence.
His presence and will to cut the enemy down was piling on top of each other, all for the sake of this temporary ambition.
"...Perfect Downward strike."
The moment he announced his skill, the very tooth of his blade felt so sharp and so elegant, that his stance to strike down the bird was so ominous as if it could cut even beyond the enemy.
His strike clashed with the bird's claw. the clashing of the two deadly weapons was very heavy but the struggle between the two clashes were done so fast that not a second later, the bird felt its life suddenly flashing before itself.
"..!?" the bird was shook to its core.
To see something small and fragile looking, and be killed by it felt wrong to the silent and magnanimous bird of a predator.
With her last life of thread, he made the effort to point his views unto the sky…to see the world be as beautiful as it is, even to the bird's perspective…it was a good day to die…
She didn't struggle but instead looked up to the beyond sky with its omniscient eyes.
She knew that this was how the law of nature worked…
To be killed or be the killer, all for the sake of surviving this harsh world.
She turned to see her baby chicks uselessly just laying by the nest, they were not sensible enough to notice what was happening around them and knowing this, she could hope that her children will grow to be better. To be strong enough to survive.
As she did, she saw that the boy that was standing beside her dying body, also turned to the direction of the chicks.
"....!?" she felt worried over what was going to happen. As the boy was looking to them with such an indifferent look.
At her last moments of struggle, she called out to her babies.
"...Hrroooooooo!!!…Hhhrrrrooooooo!!" her screech was clearly felt to be a struggle.
"..." Hearing this, the boy too felt the mother's will to want to save her chicks…but she was already dying.
Seeing her act with such pain, he felt a bit of empathy…so as a man who was titled as a king, he could only ever do the most sensible thing.
He walked up to the three chicks.
With the tooth dagger in hand, the mother owl felt as if her fear was coming true.
"Hrrooo...HHHrrrrrrrooOOoOO!"
She struggled to crawl up to her chicks, wishing that she could protect them.
But as she came near to the chicks, she was surprised to see that the boy was slowly picking up the three owls as if the were three giant white cotton-balls around his arm.
"..." the owl could only ever look with such confusion, but also she felt as if she could leave happy knowing that someone stronger was there to carry her children.
She look to the boy with her golden eyes and bowed her head.
Although she felt conflicted that the boy took her children, she couldn't do anything about this because of her diminishing health. She could only ever thank the boy for having the consciousness to care for something that wasn't prepared to live in a cruel world.
As such, as she laid in the floor, the boy decided to move on from with his journey.
With the babies in his arms, he felt like it was a mistake to do this in the first place. The reason being that he was on top of one of the mountains, how would he go up to the peak knowing that it was already hard for him to go on his own.
"...Hmm, how should I do this?"
He tried looking around the place if there was something he could use, and luckily enough he found a few materials that were pretty useful looking.
"Hmm, all I have here is a giant turtle shell, a deer's pelt, some pretty sturdy vines, a weird looking blue stick and a beak of some dead bird…I can probably do something with these things…probably."
As such, he decided to tinker away with the materials he had.
A few hours passed and he felt like everything he had on hand was now ready and made.
At first, the deer pelt he had, he turned it into a make shift bag that could easily fit in the three baby owls.
Up next was the sturdy vine, he just went and decided to use it as a grappling hook by tying it with some excess bones and branches he found laid around.
Up next was the stick, bird beak and the turtle shell. All he did with those was that he made them as weapons for his journey. All he did was make the shell as his shield while the stick and beak was turned into a basic hook-like spear.
Having everything prepared, he now decided that he would rest until the next day. Since it felt safer to move with the sun out. And also because he also had other things to do while he was on this mountain.
As hours passed, he slowly picked up a few rocks and started piling them up on top of a body that belonged to the babies he carried with him.
In honour of a mother.
The rest of his time, he spent just resting on top of the mountain.
As hours passed, the sun finally came back and he started his journey. He already decided which mountain was the one that connected to the highest peak. All he had to do was use the grappling hook as a way to traverse from mountain to mountain without fully going down all up to the mountain he aimed to climb.
He was still worried though because of how he still doesn't have the rock with him.
But as he was standing there with an irritated look, he noticed something off was happening.
The mountain he was standing on was shaking for some reason.
Since this was happening, he was starting to get curious as to what was happening. So he looked down at the bottom of the mountain and to his surprise, an army of giant ants were climbing this very mountain.
He questioned himself why this was happening but that curiosity had to wait since it felt like the mountain he was standing was shaking maddeningly.
So he grabbed the three baby owls as quick as he could and stuffed them inside the bag.
They chirped in frustration but he could care less about their arguments. He had to leave this mountain as quick as he could.
With the grappling hook on his hand, he turned to face the mountain that was nearest to him.
He used the hook and threw it as hard as he could. He hoped that it would latch on to some protruding roots and rocks at the sides of that mountain. Since he had nearly perfect accuracy, he was confident he could latch on to his target and with his strength of a C-rank hunter, he could be as well to make the hook reach the mountain.
*Thud*
As he threw the hook, it latched on to something that was particularly sturdy. Without having to doubt its connection, he jumped off from the mountain made his way to the next.
He swung across like Tarzan, but since he was going to the sides of the mountain, he went and faced the side as he landed feet first.
*Booom!*
His landing was rough but he made it nonetheless.
As he turned back to where those ants were, he saw them slowly covering up the whole mountain.
"..." he was a bit relieved knowing that he escaped in time.
As such, he continued his way up to the top of this mountain. He was making way faster progress than he did with just a dagger but not as fast since he his other hand only had one finger.
He did the climb by mainly using his uninjured hand as the one to do most of the climbing while his other hand only had to latch on to the rope while he would quickly grab on to the rope.
He made an effort and used his thumb to latch on to the vine while he made his other hand do most of the heavy climbing.
As such, he continued his way up the top.