With a nod of acknowledgment, he accepted my declaration, signaling the beginning of a journey that would forever alter the course of my life.
With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, I stood before my master..
he told me to remove the clothes that i stole from him first and become naked!
He then explained that he just wished to evaluate his disciples physique and told me that he had no interest in seeing a young man's body fully naked
" old man seems sus !"
His request to evaluate my physique, though initially unsettling, carried with it a deeper purpose—one that would unlock the secrets hidden within my very being.
As I removed my clothes, a shiver ran down my spine, my skin tingling with a strange mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. Yet, as the master's keen eyes studied my form, I felt a sense of understanding begin to dawn within me.
"My child," he began, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom accumulated over countless years, "your body is a vessel of great potential, a conduit through which the power of the universe flows."
[ has this old man gone senile? ]
His words although questionable at first but now it started to resonate within me, stirring a sense of awe and wonder at the mysteries of existence. With a gentle touch, he traced the lines of my muscles, his fingers probing the depths of my being with a precision born of experience.
"You are blessed with strength," he continued, his voice soft yet filled with conviction, "but you have yet to realize the true extent of your capabilities. Your meridians lie dormant, blocked by the burdens of doubt and uncertainty."
As he spoke, I felt a surge of energy coursing through me, awakening dormant pathways within my body and mind. It was as though a veil had been lifted, revealing a world of untapped potential waiting to be unleashed.
With each passing moment, I felt the barriers that had held me back begin to crumble, replaced by a newfound sense of clarity and purpose. The master's evaluation, though unconventional, had unlocked something deep within me—a realization that I was capable of far more than I had ever imagined.
the newfound sense of strength and confidence coursing through my veins, I dared to believe that I had become invincible, the master of my own destiny. Yet, as fate would have it, my strength was about to be put to the ultimate test.
With a sense of arrogance bordering on recklessness, I stood before my master, convinced of my own superiority. Little did I know that he had prepared a lesson—one that would shatter my illusions and humble me to the core.
"You have come far, my child," the master acknowledged, his eyes holding a glint of knowing wisdom. "But true strength is not measured by the size of one's muscles or the sharpness of one's blade. It lies in the humility to recognize one's limitations and the courage to face them head-on."
With those words, he bestowed upon me a mission that would serve as a sobering reminder of my own fallibility. To hunt a wild boar with nothing but a broken, rusted sword—a task that seemed insurmountable, yet carried with it the weight of profound significance.
although the mission seemed impossible I dared to think it would be easy with this new strength I had found.
As I ventured into the wilderness, armed with naught but a shattered blade and a heart heavy with doubt, I realized the folly of my arrogance.
The forest echoed with the rustle of leaves and the distant roar of unseen beasts, each sound a haunting reminder of the peril that lay ahead.
With every step, I felt the weight of my master's words pressing down upon me, urging me to confront the truth of my own limitations. Gone was the swaggering confidence of before, replaced by a sense of humility born of necessity.
And then, amidst the tangled undergrowth, I caught sight of my quarry—a massive boar, its tusks gleaming in the dappled sunlight. With trembling hands, I raised the broken sword, the weight of my doubts threatening to overwhelm me.
But as the boar charged, its fury unleashed upon me I met the beast head-on with my rusted sword, but the the sword gave up on me and shattered into a million pieces.
The wild boar's tusks pierced through the side of my stomach, agony tore through my body, and the world seemed to blur around me. Blood seeped from the wound, staining the forest floor crimson.
But even in the depths of agony, a glimmer of determination stirred within me.
With every ounce of willpower I could muster, I forced myself to rise, my body trembling with pain and exhaustion. Blood seeped from the wound, staining the earth beneath me, yet I refused to surrender to despair. Gripping the broken, rusted sword in trembling hands, I faced the snarling boar once more.
With a roar of defiance, I launched myself at the beast, every movement fueled by sheer determination. Each step sent waves of agony rippling through me, but I pushed through the pain, drawing upon a reserve of strength I never knew I had.
As the boar charged, its tusks gleaming with deadly intent, I dodged and weaved with a dancer's grace, my senses sharpened by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. With each evasive maneuver, I felt a surge of hope welling up within me—a belief that I could overcome even the most daunting of challenges.
As the last echoes of battle faded into the stillness of the forest, I stood amidst the aftermath of my triumph, the wild boar defeated and my wounds miraculously healed. A sense of disbelief washed over me as I processed the events that had unfolded, but there was no denying the reality of the notification that appeared before me.
With a soft ding, the message materialized, illuminating the dim surroundings with its radiant glow.
"You have leveled up! You are now level 1."