Torrack had continued his martial arts training with unwavering dedication. Every morning before the sun crested the horizon, he would slip away to a secluded clearing on the edge of the village, where he practiced the techniques he remembered from his past life. His body, still young and growing, responded well to the rigorous routines.
With each passing day, his stamina improved, his muscles strengthened, and his reflexes became sharper.He trained with a singular focus, repeating each movement until it felt like second nature. Torrack knew that physical strength alone wouldn't be enough to overcome the challenges he might face in this world. It was not just about mastering the art of combat but understanding the rhythm and flow of each technique.
His blind eyes could not see, but through his aura sight, he could perceive the energy of his own movements and anticipate the shifts in his balance and momentum.The villagers occasionally caught glimpses of him as they went about their early morning chores. They watched in silent admiration as Torrack moved with a fluid grace that belied his age and his blindness.
He was fast becoming a figure of quiet strength in the village—a boy who could heal with a touch, perceive what others could not, and now, it seemed, could also fight with the prowess of a seasoned warrior.Haron, the village healer, noticed the changes in Torrack's physique and how his posture had become more confident, his movements more assured.
One day, after watching Torrack effortlessly haul a heavy bundle of herbs up the hill to the healer's hut, Haron asked, "You've been training more than just your gift, haven't you?"Torrack nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I remember the martial arts from my previous life, and I realised it could be just as important here. If I'm to protect myself and others, I need to be strong in more ways than one."Torrack thought" and just noded. "A wise approach, lad. Strength of body and strength of spirit—both are needed to navigate this world. And you seem to have both in abundance."Torrack's training became another source of intrigue among the villagers.
Children would sometimes sneak out to watch him, mimicking his movements from a distance, while some of the adults began to regard him with a mixture of awe and respect. To them, Torrack was no longer just the blind boy with a strange gift; he was becoming something more—a young warrior in the making, whose abilities could very well shape the future of their small, quiet village.As he continued to hone his skills, Torrack began to feel a sense of anticipation growing within him.
He knew his journey was far from over. His experience with Mycela's curse had shown him how little he truly understood about the deeper mysteries of this world. There was so much more to learn, so much more to discover. And now, with both his aura abilities and martial arts training advancing, he felt ready for whatever lay ahead.
What Torrack did not yet realise was that his unique blend of healing and combat skills was about to be put to the test. The summons from the capital was on its way, and with it would come new challenges that would push him to his limits and beyond. His abilities would soon draw the attention of not just the king, but others who would seek to use his powers for their own purposes.
And through it all, Torrack would have to decide who he wanted to become—a healer, a warrior, or something entirely new.But for now, he continued to train, each day bringing him closer to the person he was meant to be, unaware that his actions had set in motion a chain of events that would shape the fate of more than just his village, but perhaps the entire realm.