a young boy living within a powerful clan where strength determines status and respect. Born weak and looked down upon, he is constantly bullied, abandoned emotionally, and denied recognition by those around him. Despite this, he continues to train relentlessly, driven by a deep desire to grow stronger and overcome the humiliation he endures.

I stayed there for a long time after they left. The training grounds were quiet again, like nothing had happened, but my mind refused to settle.


No matter how many times I replayed it in my head, it didn't make sense. It wasn't speed. It wasn't strength. It was something else—something I couldn't explain.


I looked down at my hand, slowly opening and closing it. It felt the same. Weak.


I stepped back and took a breath, forcing myself to focus. I replayed everything in my mind—the pressure, the silence, the strange stillness that swallowed the world for a split second.


Frustration built quickly. My movements became rough, unsteady. I swung harder, faster, trying to force it to happen, but the more I tried, the further it felt.


I stopped, breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling as the silence returned.


It only happened when I was about to get hit.


The thought lingered. It wasn't clear, but it felt right. That moment hadn't come from control. It came from danger. From instinct.


"…Then I just need to get there again."


The sun was beginning to set as I moved back toward the center of the training grounds. Most people had already left. A few remained, watching from a distance, whispering like they always did.


I stayed there, forcing myself to remember that feeling. That strange pause. That moment where everything felt wrong.


For a brief moment… something felt off.


Chapter 6 - Again