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What's going on with you?" he muttered, his brows furrowing in confusion.
He had never encountered a beast that could resist the Taming Circle.
Every creature is tamable with his teaming circle technique, He trained a lot, Foxy to the smaller beasts he had subdued in the sapling forest, had accepted the technique with ease.
But Fattey seemed… different.
The chick chirped again, nudging his hand with its beak, as if sensing his frustration. Fowad sighed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Well, I guess you're not like other beasts, are you?"
He sat back, watching as Fattey continued to explore the nest, hopping from one branch to another with a clumsy, endearing enthusiasm.
The bird seemed to view him not as a master or tamer, but as a parental figure, following him with a loyalty that felt both genuine and unbreakable.
Despite his initial frustration, Fowad found himself smiling. He realized that, although Fattey wasn't a traditional tamed beast, their bond was unique a connection based on trust rather than control.
It was a different kind of companionship, one that felt oddly comforting. Suddenly he remembered his father said if a beast is to much stronger than the tamer you can't tame them.
But Fattey just hatched from egg. How is he so strong, there must something wrong. I need observe Fattey closely.
If he is stronger he can't be more stronger than a normal rank.
If someone how he is advance rank.
That doesn't make my technique fail.
I should still able to tame him.
There's no way a new born beast will be general rank beast. It's impossible. With a general level beast someone can become a ruler and city lord.
As the day wore on, Fattey continued to stick close to Fowad, chirping happily whenever he moved, perching on his shoulder or snuggling against his hand.
Fowad couldn't help but feel a growing attachment to the little bird. There was something about Fattey's presence that lifted his spirits, filling him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time.
Fowad decided to keep observing Fattey, curious to see what other traits or abilities the chick might possess.
He had a feeling that Fattey was no ordinary bird, that there was more to the creature than met the eye. Perhaps, with time, the little bird would reveal its true nature.
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the forest in hues of orange and purple, Fowad settled back into the nest, feeling a sense of peace.
Fattey nestled against his shoulder, chirping softly as it drifted off to sleep, its tiny body radiating a comforting warmth.
Fowad looked at Foxy, who was watching them with a curious gaze, her two tails flicking in a relaxed rhythm.
He reached out, running a hand through her fur, feeling the bond between them strengthen with each passing day.
"I don't know what lies ahead," he murmured, glancing down at Fattey's sleeping form, "but I have a feeling we're in for quite a journey."
As he gazed out at the darkening forest, Fowad felt a surge of determination.
He had faced countless challenges since entering the Sapling Forest, had pushed himself to new limits, and forged bonds he never could have imagined.
With Foxy by his side, and now Fattey, he felt ready to face whatever lay ahead.
And with that thought, he closed his eyes, letting the gentle sounds of the forest lull him into a peaceful sleep, surrounded by the warmth of his loyal companions.
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The forest was blanketed in a crisp morning chill, and sunlight streamed through the branches, casting long shadows over the snow-covered ground.
Fowad breathed in deeply, savoring the sharp, cold air that invigorated his senses.
The training that had brought him to this point the countless battles, breakthroughs, and moments of growth had all strengthened his resolve.
But now, with both Foxy and Fattey by his side, he was ready to push his abilities even further.
Foxy stood beside him, alert and ready, her two tails flicking back and forth with quiet energy.
Her coat had taken on a slightly sleeker, more refined sheen since her recent evolution, and her eyes gleamed with a deeper intelligence.
Fowad couldn't help but feel proud of her; she was a testament to their hard work and the powerful bond they shared.
Perched on his shoulder was Fattey, the young, fiery red bird who had recently hatched from the mysterious crow's egg.
Fattey's appearance was nothing short of amusing plump and round, with feathers that were as bright as embers and eyes that sparkled with curiosity.
Though he had only been part of Fowad's life for a short time, Fattey had quickly made his presence known, constantly chirping and flapping his small wings, often ending up on Fowad's head whenever he needed attention.
"All right, everyone," Fowad announced, giving his companions a nod of encouragement. "Today, we're going to see just how far we can go."
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They began with simple drills, exercises that would enhance their speed, agility, and coordination.
Fowad had learned early on that to master the taming technique, he needed to move with his beasts in perfect harmony, especially when facing higher-level opponents.
He set up a series of markers in the snow, forming an obstacle course. He motioned to Foxy, who immediately understood, crouching low and preparing to run the course alongside him.
"Ready?" Fowad called. Foxy's tails flicked in response, her muscles tensing with anticipation.
They sprinted through the course, weaving between trees and leaping over snow-covered logs.
Fowad kept his movements sharp and fluid, matching Foxy's speed, while Foxy mirrored his every step with practiced grace.
Together, they dodged, ducked, and twisted through the obstacles, building up their rhythm and pushing each other to move faster and more precisely.
Halfway through the course, Fowad heard a loud chirp and felt a flutter of wings above him. Fattey had taken off, flapping his stubby wings in a frantic attempt to keep up with the pace.
Fowad couldn't help but smile, both amused and a little frustrated by Fattey's determination to be part of the training.
"Hang on, Fattey!" Fowad called as he continued through the course. The little bird veered off, swooping down to land clumsily on his shoulder, then hopping onto his head, where he settled comfortably with a pleased chirp.
Fowad rolled his eyes, his focus momentarily broken as Fattey's small, warm body nestled into his hair. Foxy glanced back with an amused look, clearly finding Fattey's antics just as entertaining as Fowad did.
"All right, fine," Fowad said with a chuckle. "If you're going to tag along, just try not to fall off."
Fattey gave a chirp that almost sounded like agreement, and they resumed the course. Though Fattey's presence provided a small distraction,
Fowad found that it pushed him to improve his balance and reflexes, especially as Fattey wobbled with every twist and turn.
After several rounds, Fowad and Foxy moved on to more advanced drills. Fowad practiced hand-to-hand techniques, incorporating his movements with Foxy's attacks as she lunged, dodged, and struck in perfect unison with him.
Fowad focused on the connection they shared through the taming circle, feeling each of Foxy's movements as though they were extensions of his own.
The exercises were exhausting, but as the sun climbed higher, Fowad could feel their coordination improving.
Foxy had become faster and more precise, her attacks sharper and her reflexes honed to a near-perfect response time.
And even Fattey seemed to be learning, watching their movements with an intense, almost analytical curiosity, his bright eyes following every step.
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