Wei awoke to the sound of soft rain tapping against his window. His room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlights outside. The events of the past few days still weighed heavily on him, but a strange sense of calm had settled over his thoughts as if a voice he could not hear was calling him from a distance.
He got out of bed, his mind turning back to the martial arts book his grandfather had left for him. There was something in those pages that stirred the depths of his memory, something that called to him in a way he couldn't explain. Sitting on the floor with the book open in front of him, he traced the ancient symbols with his fingers, feeling a familiar warmth pulse from the words.
