Suddenly, Alex was disturbed from his thoughts as the voice of a door clicking came from the huge iron door of the training room.
Alex woke up from his confusion he found his father coming through the door with a smile on his face.
Alex immediately grabbed the sword and took his stance.
"Little ones are always excited", Alakh murmured to himself.
And watching Alex ready to fight he immediately launched himself on Alex.
Alex who has never practiced his swordsmanship with a Great Swordsman was taken aback as he tried to defend his father's attack.
Just blocking the sword made his body heavy and made both his hands shiver.
Alex's hand became so weak from a single slice that it took him all his willpower to hold the sword and prevent it from touching the ground.
He realized that the difference between him and his father was like 'heaven and earth'.
Alex's heart raced as the clash echoed through the training room. His father, Alakh, moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, each strike precise and deliberate.
Alex's inexperience was painfully evident—the sword felt like an anchor in his trembling hands.
Alakh pressed the attack, forcing Alex to retreat. The blade whistled dangerously close to Alex's cheek, leaving a thin trail of cold blood. Panic surged within him. He had dreamed of becoming a skilled swordsman, but the reality was far harsher than his fantasies.
"Focus, Alex!" Alakh's voice cut through the chaos. "Your strength lies not in your arms, your mind and spirit."
Alex gritted his teeth, trying to absorb his father's word. But the weight of the sword seemed massive. He glanced at the blade—a family heirloom passed down through generations. Its steel bore the scars of countless battles, and now it was up to Alex to wield it.
Alakh's next strike came faster, a blur of motion. Alex blocked desperately, the impact jarring his entire body. Sweat dripped down his forehead, blurring his vision. He couldn't afford to fail—as it would become his first defeat in this world and he wanted this life to be filled with happiness and to have no regret.
As Alakh stepped back, assessing his son, Alex took a deep breath. He remembered the stories—the legendary swordsmen who danced on air, their blades an extension of their souls. Could he ever reach that level?
He adjusted his grip, feeling the pulse of the blade. Alakh circled, waiting for Alex to make a move. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. But then, something shifted within Alex—an ember of determination.
He lunged, not with brute force, but with intention. His sword met Alakh's, and for a moment, time stood still. Alex's arms quivered, but he held on. Their eyes locked—a silent battle of wills.
"You're learning," Alakh said, surprising Alex. "But remember, strength alone won't save you. Find your purpose, your resolve. Let it flow through you."
Alex nodded, sweat mixing with determination. He would rise above the gap between them. He would become more than a trembling novice. He would forge his destiny—one that will be remembered in heaven and earth.
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Good day readers ,
It is my first novel so don't expect perfection as I am not very good at literature but I will try to write the best of my ability.
A point to add is from today I will try to write atleast a small chapter every day.
Let's see where it goes and let's hope for the best.