It had been a week since Kaden had received the system, and in that time, he'd grown accustomed to the strange presence inside his mind. But despite the newfound powers and potential, his situation had remained the same—he was still out here, on the outskirts, training alone.
The forest was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of Kaden's fists striking trees. He'd carved shapes into the trunks to give himself a target—a crude method, but it worked for now. His punches were simple, just raw force. He was relying on the little bit of combat training his father had taught him when he was younger—those lessons were few, and Kaden had almost forgotten most of them. But he remembered enough to throw a decent punch, even if it wasn't refined.
