After the girl collapsed Kenta looked up in the sky and saw a dark smoke "Squeaky can you look for this little girl I will go to that dark smoker right now!" Kenta said it quickly in a hurry running so fast towards the forest.
HUFF
HUFF
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Kenta reached in his destination all he saw was house in fire and there is a group of men riding a horse turn attention to Kenta
"Hey!!" The man maybe the leader of the group pointed at him then suddenly the group charged towards him
SLASH
"Hey is that all you can do?" Kenta said looking at them behind they didn't notice Kenta moved so fast that not even them can see it.
"System Notification: New skill Unlocked 'Feather Step'"
"Alright new skill" Kenta said
Kenta said "Build Sword" then a sword has been built in his hands then Kenta slashed at the leader, The leaders head fell off the man running away very scared but Kenta is faster he swooped them one by one the ground is now full of blood.
"Wew thank god the fight is over" Kenta said
Kenta wiped the sweat from his forehead, his sword dripping with blood. The battle had been fierce, but the enemy lay defeated. He turned his gaze toward the burning village, the crackling of flames filling the air. The destruction was overwhelming—houses were reduced to ash, and the cries of villagers echoed in the distance.
As he moved closer to the remnants of the village, a lone figure emerged from behind a pile of rubble. It was a villager, his clothes tattered and face streaked with soot. The man trembled, clutching a wooden stick as if it could somehow protect him.
"Y-you saved us," the man stammered, his voice shaking with a mixture of fear and gratitude. "I thought… I thought we were all going to die."
Kenta sheathed his sword, the weapon dissolving into particles of light before vanishing. "I just did what needed to be done," he said calmly, glancing at the destroyed homes around them. "But the village… it's in ruins."
The villager's eyes filled with tears as he looked around at what was left of his home. "Everything's gone," he whispered. "My family, my friends…"
Kenta felt a pang of sympathy. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said quietly. "But you're still alive. And that means there's hope. I can help rebuild this village, better than before."
The man looked up at Kenta, hope flickering in his eyes for the first time. "How? The village... it's destroyed, we have nothing left."
Kenta smiled slightly, then stepped forward, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "Leave it to me," he said confidently. "This is something I can do."
He walked to the center of the village, where the flames had died down, and spread his hands out, taking a deep breath. His system's interface flickered before his eyes, and he began to summon his power.
"Build: House."
A magic circle appeared beneath his feet, glowing with intricate symbols. From deep underground, the ground began to tremble as the foundation of a house slowly emerged. Brick by brick, stone by stone, the house built itself up from the earth, rising into place. It was as if the village itself was breathing new life.
The villager gasped, watching in awe as the house completed itself in mere moments. The walls were sturdy, the roof solid. It looked better than anything that had stood there before the attack.
Kenta smiled. "That's one. Let's keep going."
He raised his hand once more and repeated the process.
"Build: Farm."
The ground shook again as the soil parted, revealing rows of fertile land. Wooden fences rose from the earth, enclosing a large plot where crops could be grown. A barn appeared next, followed by a water well, its stone walls pristine and clear.
Villagers who had been hiding in fear now began to gather, their faces filled with disbelief as they watched Kenta work his magic. With each building he constructed, hope began to return to their eyes.
For hours, Kenta worked tirelessly, his power seemingly limitless. He built homes, stables, shops, and storage facilities. The villagers were quick to follow his lead, clearing debris, gathering materials, and helping wherever they could.
By the time the sun began to set, the village was almost fully restored. Where there had once been nothing but ruins, now stood a thriving settlement, stronger and more resilient than before.
As Kenta finished his last building, a tavern for the villagers to gather and share meals, he took a step back and admired his work. The magic circle beneath him faded, and the ground settled once more. He wiped his brow, exhausted but satisfied.
The villager who had first approached him stood by his side, tears streaming down his face. "I… I don't know how to thank you," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "You've given us a chance to start again."
Kenta shook his head, smiling humbly. "There's no need to thank me. Just make sure this village thrives. That's thanks enough."
As the villagers gathered around Kenta, offering their gratitude and admiration, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what he had accomplished. His power wasn't just for destruction—it could also be used to create, to give people hope when all seemed lost.
He turned to leave, but the villager grabbed his arm.
"Wait! You've done so much for us, but what about you? What will you do next?"
Kenta looked out into the distance, where the horizon glowed faintly with the last light of day. "I'll keep moving forward," he said softly. "There are more villages out there that need help. More people who need someone to stand up for them."
The villager nodded, understanding. "We'll never forget what you did here today."
Kenta gave him one last smile before turning and walking toward the forest. He could feel the weight of his journey still ahead, but for now, he had brought light to a dark place.
To be continued...