With a triumphant grin, I glanced back at Arks, certain that my feat would impress him.
However, his expression remained impassive. Without a word, he lifted his own axe and swung it at a log nearly twice as thick as the one I had split. The result was the same—clean, effortless precision.
"No matter how strong you think you are," he said calmly, setting the axe down, "you lack the experience. You haven't faced a single monster yet, let alone fought for your life. I can't risk taking someone so green outside the safety of the village."
His tone left no room for argument. Even if I managed to demonstrate more feats of strength, his answer would not change.
Like it was a line everytime I tried to convince him.
Frustrated, I left Arks and returned to my quarters. My mind churned with thoughts, searching for a way to bypass the restriction and get outside the village.
'There has to be a way,' I thought bitterly.
