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One day, while hunting a normal rank panther beast, Fowad and Foxy executed a strategy that nearly mirrored what he had planned for the lightning cheetah.
The panther beast was fast and elusive, its movements almost a blur as it darted through the trees.
But Fowad had anticipated its speed, setting traps to funnel it into a narrow corridor where it couldn't maneuver as easily.
As the beast charged, Foxy leaped into action, her claws flashing as she struck at its exposed flank.
Fowad followed up with a precise throw of his knife, the blade embedding itself in the panther's shoulder.
The battle was over in moments, and as the panther collapsed, Fowad felt a surge of pride.
"We're getting there," he said, his chest heaving as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "We're not ready yet, but we're getting there."
Foxy barked in agreement, her tails wagging slightly. Fattey, perched on a nearby branch, chirped triumphantly, as if claiming credit for the victory.
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As the sun set over the forest, casting long shadows across the ground, Fowad sat with his companions in their nest.
He gazed at the map, his eyes fixed on the lightning cheetah's territory.
"We're close," he murmured, his voice steady. "But we need to be sure. One mistake, and we won't survive."
Foxy nuzzled his side, her warmth reassuring. Fattey landed on his shoulder, his soft feathers brushing against Fowad's cheek.
Together, they stared into the distance, where the greatest challenge of their journey awaited.
Fowad's heart pounded with anticipation and determination.
The lightning cheetah had haunted him for months, a symbol of his past failures and fears. But now, it was something else.
From time to time Fowad Benit always visits the cave of the lighting cheetah beast. Think of ways of kill the beast.
It was his target. His test. His path forward. And he was ready to face it.
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Sometimes later...
The sun rose over the Sapling Forest, casting a golden light over the towering trees and snow-dappled ground.
A faint breeze rustled the leaves, carrying with it the quiet hum of life that thrived within the forest's depths.
Somewhere amidst this vast, untamed wilderness, a young man stood at the edge of a clearing, his form lean and strong, his eyes sharp and calculating.
Fowad Benit had changed in the two years since his journey began.
The boy who had once fled for his life, unsure and desperate, had grown into a capable young man of fifteen.
His face, once round with youth, now bore the chiseled features of someone tempered by struggle and survival.
His hair had grown long, cascading down his back in dark waves a choice born out of necessity but one that had inadvertently delighted his mischievous companion, Fattey.
Perched atop Fowad's head, Fattey chirped happily, his plump body nestled comfortably in the makeshift "nest" of Fowad's thick hair.
(Mommy I like my new nest. I fell closer to you when I sits on your head.)
Fowad let out a sigh, brushing a stray strand out of his face.
"Fattey," he said with mock irritation, "one of these days, you're going to have to find a new spot to sit."
"Chip chip!" Fattey responded, ruffling his fiery-red feathers and lifting his butt up as if to say, (Not likely.)
Fowad shook his head with a small smile, his gaze shifting to Foxy, who stood poised a few steps away.
Her two tails swayed gently behind her, their tips glowing faintly with accumulated energy.
Over the past two years, Foxy had grown alongside Fowad, her strength and agility now rivaling that of beasts far above her rank.
She was a powerful normal level beast, her sleek coat shimmering in the dappled sunlight.
"Ready for today's training?" Fowad asked, his voice steady but filled with anticipation.
Foxy barked in response, her sharp eyes gleaming with determination.
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Fowad had come far in his journey. Through countless battles and relentless training, he had reached the peak of the second taming circle, standing on the brink of breaking into the third.
His strength, both physical and spiritual, had grown exponentially, and he had honed his taming technique to near perfection.
In the two years since he had begun training in earnest, Fowad had faced over 200 normal-level beasts, each battle a test of his skill and endurance.
He had hunted and gathered not just beast cores but also valuable meat, hides, and other parts, all of which were safely stored in his beast space.
His collection had grown into a trove of resources proof of his hard work and persistence.
Despite his many victories, Fowad remained focused.
He knew that defeating normal-level beasts, while impressive, was only the beginning.
The lightning cheetah still loomed in his mind a challenge he had yet to conquer.
"Soon," he muttered to himself, his fists clenching at his sides. "Just one more step."
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Fowad's daily routine was grueling but effective. He and Foxy practiced tirelessly, pushing their limits with each session. Today was no different.
The clearing became their battlefield, with Fowad setting up obstacles and targets to simulate real combat scenarios.
Foxy darted through the course with practiced ease, her movements a blur of speed and precision.
She leaped over fallen branches, wove between trees, and struck at the targets with her claws, each attack leaving deep gouges in the wood.
"Good, Foxy!" Fowad called, his voice ringing out over the sound of her movements. "Faster! You need to be quicker if we're going to face the lightning cheetah."
Foxy growled in determination, her tails glowing brighter as she pushed herself harder.
Her claws struck the final target with a resounding crack, splintering it into pieces. She landed gracefully, turning to Fowad with a triumphant bark.
Fowad smiled, pride swelling in his chest. "You're incredible," he said, tossing her a piece of dried meat as a reward.
Fattey, not to be outdone, fluttered down from Fowad's head and pecked at the shattered target.
"Chip chip!"( I did good mommy, let's eat I am hungry.) He exclaimed, claiming credit for Foxy's success.
"Don't start, Fattey," Fowad said with a chuckle, shaking his head.
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While Fattey's antics often disrupted their training, Fowad couldn't deny the bird's importance.
Over the years, their bond had deepened, and Fattey's keen intelligence and sharp instincts had proven invaluable.
However, his mischievous nature remained unchanged.
Whether it was stealing food from Fowad's pack or dive bombing Foxy during her drills, Fattey always found a way to keep things interesting.
One particularly chaotic moment occurred during an ambush drill.
Fowad had set up a scenario where Foxy would have to defend him against multiple mock enemies.
As Foxy prepared to strike, Fattey swooped down, grabbing a piece of meat from Fowad's pack and flying off with a triumphant chirp.
"Fattey!" Fowad shouted, exasperated.
Foxy paused mid-strike, her ears flicking as she watched the bird with what could only be described as amusement.
Fattey landed on a nearby branch, happily munching on his stolen prize.
"You're impossible," Fowad muttered, shaking his head. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't help but laugh.
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As the day wore on, Fowad took a break from training to reflect on how far he had come.
Seated on a rock at the edge of the clearing, he pulled out the map he had taken two years ago.
Its edges were frayed, and the markings had faded slightly, but it remained a vital tool in his journey.
Fowad's fingers traced the paths he had explored, each line representing a memory a battle fought, a lesson learned.
He thought about the beasts he had faced, the strategies he had devised, and the strength he had gained.
He glanced at Foxy, who was resting nearby, her ears perked and alert even in repose.
She had been his constant companion, his partner in every challenge.
Then his gaze shifted to Fattey, who was perched on a low branch, preening his fiery feathers.
The bird's potential still remained a mystery, but Fowad couldn't deny the bond they shared.
"We've come a long way," he said quietly, his voice filled with both pride and determination.
Now Fowad only goal is defeat the lighting cheetah and leave the Sapling forest. He need human civilization good food. He is sick of seeing same forest.
He is from 22 century he had missed the food taste for long time. He can't wait to leave the forest to eat some good food.
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[Authors Note: IN next chapters the real story will start. Until now we just read about the pre Story. From here on the real adventure starts. Hope you all like it. And must give daily votes and golden ticket. If you are rich enough gift a castle to this book. Show some support please. Thank you for reading till now. I hope you become regular reader of this book.]
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