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Chapter 15 - Chapter 15

I tried to grasp where he had unearthed such information, and suddenly, a flicker of realization surged through me. My eyebrows twitched as I recalled the old man's cryptic demeanor. I chose silence as we approached the main gate; he released my arm and strode toward a peculiar building that loomed ahead. I paused, entranced by its bizarre architecture. It was unlike anything I had seen, neither a typical structure nor a conventional villa. Instead, it mirrored the style of the clothing I wore—a strange fusion of the familiar and the otherworldly.

 

To my right, two wooden structures resembling garages stood, featuring the same door I had opened to leave that room. A thought nagged at me: perhaps he had a role in creating this place. Then my master emerged from the enigmatic building, dragging along two thick chains that seemed almost alive in his hands. "Put your hands behind your back," he instructed, an ominous calmness in his voice.

 

Uncertain of what lay ahead, I remained composed, reminding myself that this was all part of the training. He began to speak in a mesmerizing tone, a voice that resonated with familiarity yet danced on the fringes of my understanding. He uttered words in a language that felt ancient, as if he were invoking a spell drawn from another world.

 

As he faced me, he raised his hand, forming a fist, then extended the first two fingers beside the index; his movements were fluid and deliberate. Suddenly, a crushing weight enveloped me, pinning me to the ground. Shock coursed through me as I realized this heaviness stemmed from the chains binding my arms. I struggled to rise, but each attempt felt as if I were fighting against an invisible force.

 

"Curious, aren't you?" my master's playful voice chimed, echoing with a childlike wonder. I looked up, startled, only to find he was no longer on the ground—he floated effortlessly in mid-air. My jaw dropped as I processed the sight before me: the master, my mentor, was dancing through the air with the exuberance of a child.

 

He leapt, twirled, and raced through the sky, defying gravity with a fluidity that was nothing short of astonishing. I stood there, spellbound, grappling with the realization that what I had once considered the boundaries of reality had shattered.

 

 This world, once merely perplexing, had spiraled into the extraordinary, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew.

 How could he possess such power, such ability? In that moment, I understood: my training was going to be unlike anything I had ever imagined.

I was taken aback as I tried to understand what was happening. Then Lucius smiled as he came down from the air and said to me, "Well now, try standing up." Each time I tried, it felt like my body was about to collapse, yet somehow it didn't.

 

It seemed that the training he had put me through allowed me to handle the force. Despite that, I still couldn't stand up. I tried over and over, each attempt becoming more difficult. Without thinking, I attempted everything—jumping, rolling—anything that might help me. I yelled out, using one leg, but I still couldn't stand fully.

 

He started to walk away, saying, "When you stand up, I'll be back, and I'll show you what to do next." I refused to give up. I tried to stand, but my body felt frozen to the ground. Slowly, I attempted to stand up, forcing one knee up while screaming with all my might, but all I could manage was to kneel. I waited for a while, hoping he would lower the force, but he didn't.

 I remained there, trying over and over for days, unable to stand, screaming in frustration. I called out for help, but no one could hear me. In despair, I yelled for him, but he didn't respond.

 

I stayed there hopelessly on the ground, but I couldn't let this stop me. If I gave up now, everything I had done until then would be meaningless. With that thought in mind, I began from square one, attempting to raise one leg. It took a while, but I finally succeeded.

Then, forcing myself, I worked on moving the second leg upward. My legs were shaking as if they had not stood for centuries. I realized this was due to the force; I could feel my bones and muscles were intact, but the tiredness and soreness were overwhelming from everything I had done.

 

Finally, as I started to saunter away, he returned. His smile widened, and he placed his right hand on his cheek, saying, "Well now, I'm going to teach you how to fly."

 

I was still processing the idea that a mere human being could fly. It didn't take me long to believe it, especially since I had just witnessed it with my own eyes. I nodded as he began to float again. He said to me, "Up in the sky, well, try swinging your legs up." As I tried, I fell down again, but the force acting on my body didn't leave me. Despite that, I stood up again. This time, it was easier to stand than on any previous days; in fact, it felt so natural, as if I had adapted to it. Even though he was no expert and this was just the first time, I already knew it felt kind of weird but also good.

 

I started trying to swing my legs up. "Maybe one swing should be enough," I thought, but it turned out I could only swing one at a time. I didn't think much of it at first; the idea of someone flying felt impossible. Yet, he made it clear that it was possible. After I stood up, I began swinging my legs as much as I could, trying to understand how he was doing it. Each time I tried, I fell down without feeling any pain, so I continued trying.

 

However, he eventually left without saying anything, and I wanted to ask him why he would do that. I guessed he wasn't the type to reply unless I initiated the conversation. Curiosity took over, and I tried to capture this idea, but the more I thought about it, the more unrealistic it became. Was it even possible? I questioned my ability to succeed, not because I doubted him but because of my own fears. Despite that, I kept swinging my legs up high as I could. Each attempt was less energetic, and I found myself in the same position. I tried to put one leg up while keeping the other on the ground, but it didn't work. I attempted a slow jump, but I immediately fell down, breaking through the concrete, which I thought couldn't be broken.

 

"This is impossible," I thought. "Maybe it's just impossible for me, not for anyone else." I didn't understand why he would teach me something like this. Was it related to the dance he was going to show me, or was it just for some sort of physical enlightenment? I thought about what use learning how to fly would have for me. It felt unnatural and even useless. I figured it might be impressive to others, but for me, it didn't seem like it would serve any purpose.

 

However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized it might give me some sort of clue or insight in real life. I didn't want to walk on the ground if I could just glide through the air. Before I could finish those thoughts, I realized that if I didn't master this move, he wouldn't teach me anything else. So, I continued practicing, though I lost track of the days or time. Each attempt seemed harder than the last, and the pain and effort made me feel like I was in an invisible war. Each swing pushed me closer to throwing up.

 

Exhausted, I lay on the ground, feeling the force energy applied to me. If it had been my original body, I would have been broken into pieces or flat on the ground. The amount of gravitational force acting on me was immense, but I remained calm despite everything that had happened. Maybe it was just natural for me.

 

I might show a Sign of shock or surprise, but I never really considered shock to be an emotion; I thought of it as a chemical reaction. If emotions are just chemical reactions, then my thoughts felt scattered. Then I realized something: when he moved, was there any air resistance or force that made him feel light? I wondered if I should make my body lighter. If I didn't, I felt that I might be destroyed.

 

Thinking this was the only possible way to proceed, I tried to force my body into a lighter state. It seemed that my mind and body were not coordinating; while my thoughts tried to lighten my body, my body wasn't responding in the same way. Perhaps it was the energy influence affecting me.

I remained there, pushing myself into a state of lightness that I could hardly describe. It felt as if my body was transforming, becoming as weightless as a feather. The wheat that had once held me captive began to dissipate, lifting me up instead of binding me down. I stood there, bewildered by what was unfolding, gradually realizing that his intention wasn't to make things difficult for me. It wasn't about simply forcing a deeper understanding; he wanted me to engage with it critically and creatively. Now, I had grasped something profound, and all that was left was to spread my wings and soar.

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