Ten years later, Rynan Merryton is now 19 years old. At the corner of their house, a wooshing sound can be heard. It was Rynan, still swinging a wooden sword, with bulging muscles, heavily timed breathing at every movement to his swings, but his gaze was too focused and blank. He had made that newly made sword out of hardwood, but much bigger to fit his size. A gush of wind develops in every strike Rynan does. Body toned from training every day. A shout was heard at a distance, "SON! DINNER IS READY!" It was His mother calling his son just outside their house. Rynan did not reply and kept swinging with unmatched focus and determination in his gaze in each swing with his sword as if he was imagining an imaginary enemy that he didn't know what it looked like. His mother is worried and sad at the distance looking at his own son, this miserable and determined to destroy whoever cursed his own father.
Then his mother approached his son and called him with a sincere and saddened voice, "Uhmmm son?," Rynan glanced at his mother with blazing eyes that can pierce someone's soul from within, it scared his so much that her legs turned like noodles, weakened from the glance made by Rynan" So, he stopped swinging his sword and her mother say's to her son with a trembling voice "Uhhhmm uhhh m...m..m...my s..ss...son... dinner i...i..is... ready." So, he wiped his sweat and then went straight inside their home to eat without talking to her mother. When they arrived at the table, the silence was palpable and eerie, scraping noise from plates, and Rynan was eating with a blank stare. "So, uhhhmm... how's your training son?" Rynan's mother asked first awkwardly. "Still... not... enough, need...more...training," Rynan replied coldly with a deep blazing anger seething inside his heart, her mother looking so sad, almost crying at Rynan, going through the pain of losing a father that he dearly loved so much. They continued eating, followed by eerie silence. The plates on the table are now empty; they had their fill. So, Rynan stood up and walked outside without talking to his mother as if she wasn't there at the table towards the corner to his sword, picked it up, then swung it again and again with a cold, blazing gaze at the air in front of him with unbreakable determination.
SWWWOOSHHHH! SWOOOOSHH! SWOOOSHH!
Training his swordmanship again and from morning til night. After a few days, while Rynan was still swinging his sword, a high-ranking noble saw Rynan swinging a sword with a cold stare, but could sense an intense desire and determination inside those very eyes masked like a cold stare, as if he was holding back all of that intense desire inside of his heart. When the high-ranking noble saw Rynan, he was impressed with his toned body from constantly practicing his swordmanship. So, he approached Rynan and yelled, "HEEEYYY!!" but Rynan did not budge; he was in total concentration on every strike of his blade, ignoring any distraction that would distract him from practicing swordmanship. Because Rynan did not budge, the nobleman threw a wooden sword at Rynan, but Rynan sensed something was coming towards him. The body twitched in reaction, muscles moved, eyes focused, and by instinct alone, he blocked the incoming sword. Then WAANGGG, he blocked the sword. The nobleman clapped at Rynan with his excellent instincts, but it wasn't over, so he tested Rynan's swordmanship. The nobleman says to Rynan, "Come at me, peasant. Strike me with that wooden blade of yours." Rynan suddenly charged and struck the nobleman without question or introduction. He just struck a nobleman, but the nobleman is an experienced swordsman; he blocked it with ease. "Is that all you can do?" said the nobleman mockingly. Rynan just keeps on swinging the sword, but the nobleman keeps blocking it with ease. Rynan is getting more irritated, he strikes more and then Rynan, his breathing is becoming heavier and heavier. The nobleman noticed this and struck with a feint which Rynan hadn't experienced before, caught him offguard and the nobleman struck Rynan's wooden sword, and the sword flew. Rynan kneeled, looked at his callused hands, and looked back at the nobleman. Then, the nobleman says to Rynan in a calm and serious voice, "You have a long way to go, kid, but you have a good foundation in your swordsmanship skills. Explore the world, maybe try adventuring to improve your swordsmanship, and achieve whatever goal you want to achieve." Then Rynan, in the years he trained with a blank cold stare with an intense, blazing, determined heart, suddenly broke to tears, crying, and he responded to the nobleman with a trembling voice, "Th...th..thank you, sir." While bowing to the nobleman.