I killed him eventually but the sight haunted me for days. I couldn't sleep at night knowing that a man died by my hands but I was just a young man who didn't know he'll do worse later in life.
The older I grew, the stronger I got and the better I was at handling the sword. I couldn't believe how well I did, surpassing most of my mates and those who were there before me.
Also, I was outstanding, mastering a technique was as easy as chewing my food, all I needed to do was see it, to do it, also just like what happened in the forest when I fell, every wound I got at training healed up before the end of the day without leaving a scar.
I hid this from everyone except my uncle. I thought that I was going to be called a wizard or a demon and I was even more afraid of discrimination so I laid low.
