Ayomide stood patiently in the bustling guild post, his heart pounding with anticipation. The room buzzed with the chatter of warriors and guild members, each engaged in their own tasks. He approached the registration desk, where a friendly-looking man greeted him with a warm smile.
"Your registration, please," the man said, extending his hand.
Ayomide handed over his documents, watching as the man carefully reviewed them. After a moment, the man looked up with a congratulatory expression.
"Ah, well done! Congratulations, Ayomide. You are now 18 years old and eligible to receive your license as a warrior. You are now capable of using vibration energy."
"Vibration?" Ayomide echoed, his face contorted in confusion.
"Yes, in order to be a part of the guild, you must master the art of vibration," the man explained. "It's a must for every aspiring warrior."
Ayomide's heart sank. "Damn it, I have quick reflexes and I'm good with my daggers. Isn't that enough?"
The man shook his head. "That won't be enough."
Ayomide looked down, feeling a wave of discouragement wash over him. The man placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Don't be disheartened. This is why you have a mentor. You've proven your skills to get here."
A flashback hit Ayomide like a gust of wind, memories of his training flooding his mind. He saw himself in mid-air combat, facing off against two other young warriors, holding his ground with determination.