Yet again he rose early almost as if his body operated on a fixed schedule like a clock.
He opened his eyes sharply and then slowly recluses them before sitting up and staring at the weapons at the corner of the hut.
He seems attached to the weapons he brought with him yet despite cleaning them daily he doesn't do much with them. I am curious about them but he has an intimidating feel to him that scares me at times.
He's odd too, he's human but unlike others, he has some weird abilities when granny first found him he was missing both an eye and his left arm and his eye magically reappeared what makes him even scarier is the newly regenerated eye of blue and his other eye is dark just like his rough unkempt hair.
Despite that, he's really cool at times and driven by some unnatural levels of motivation. Granny even makes the training he receives ten times harder than mine yet he bounces back after an even grueling session of training.
He stands up beside his bed and touches the shoulder of the missing arm seemingly checking to see if it is still missing, I've found it odd that despite his regeneration ability only his eye has returned.
He feels his entire body out to verify if it is all intact, I wonder if all men are like this, do they check their bodies like this daily even if nothing has changed about it since the day before?…
He stands there mumbling to himself which isn't the first I've seen him do as he stares at something before him… is there something before him?
I get more curious the more I see him do.
He even touches the air before him and says some numbers in a shocked tone.
"Phew that's monstrous, I didn't quite expect that it would be my first time checking it since the war. Anyways let's head to training." he grabs an apple from a basket to the left of his grass bed and takes a massive bite out of it then walks towards the exit of the hut.
I quickly retreat above the hut to be seen by him, it's not that am scared of him but he is a bit intimidating, he has a well-built body with well-defined abdominal muscles and he has a really broad chest and he seems proud as he doesn't worry about covering it up.
His legs are also well-built and muscular so much so that the baggy brown leather pants he wears don't seem that big on him.
And having someone with a war-torn body with such well-defined features standing before you or catching you peaking at them is scary especially if it's a man am not used to men.
After leaving the hut he does some stretches and then crouches down into a sprinting pose before dashing off into the forest toward the lake.
He usually walks there slowly but since the start of this week, it's starting to become a habit for him to sprint and then jump from tree to tree until he reaches his destination.
I often transform and sit in a tree to watch him train from a distance, compared to my pace which was far beyond mine. His mana pathways took two brutal weeks to reform and compared to my days these were harsh.
I watched as he sat on the grass by the lake staring out at the body of water before him. He would always start by taking deep breaths with his hand on his chest before putting it in his lap and closing his eyes.
When he seemed lost in concentration a Mantaraizōn would form around him completely concealing his mana signature.
Minutes turned into hours and he would remain unmoving, his dedication and determination to his training fascinates which pushed me to continue my training in earnest.
I had already got a handle on the mana circulation and gathering training and is currently doing projection training based on his pace he would be where am in a few days.
Having yet to form a contract with the Goddess of the Night, I haven't learned any runes besides the practice tunes Granny had me draw and active. I was told that i have yet to fulfill all the conditions needed to be eligible for a contract with the goddess.
I must continue to work hard if i don't want to be surpassed by a human. I folded my fist once more firing up my determination to improve as i then cast my gaze unto the enigma of a man seated a distance away from me.
I watched as his Zone disappeared and his fluctuating mana signature began to stabilize, his growth was frightening, I now understood fully what fascinated Granny that much to become so invested in this man.
He was a rare talent, one that wasn't even present amongst our kin, an outsider, a man at that, this was beyond just potential, he was a true prodigy and he himself was unaware of this fact.
I could see the mantarai around him warping to match his breathing as he took control of all the mana in his immediate surroundings and subduing it to his will.
The only people among our kin who could manage such a feat are the elders and granny and they are the most powerful rune mages in the clan.
"Interesting isn't he?" I felt Granny's hand touch my head as she stood on the branch beside me also looking out at Sai.
Hearing her praise him was something that I have yet to receive from her was really frustrating.
"No need to feel discouraged young one." Granny pinched my cheek as she sat beside me with her usual mocking smile on her face.
"He is what we refer to as monstrous talent, you are more of an unrefined gem waiting to be polished, with a little motivation you could become a rune mage even more powerful than your mother." her smile was now warm as she used her hand to pull my head into her bosom for comfort.
"Why don't you make friends with him that way… hmm let's see…he might be exactly who you need to be able to form a contract with Asterneia."