Kei stood at the edge of a vast open hillside, the wind whipping through the tall grass that swayed beneath him. Far below, a river rushed through the valley, its water sparkling as it glinted in the late afternoon sun. The landscape stretched for miles, dotted with gentle rolling hills that seemed to go on forever, offering the perfect place for his training. It was peaceful here, with only the sound of the river and the breeze breaking the silence.
He had come to this spot, far from the village, to try something new. His heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nerves as he recalled the lesson from Seto. Kei had no formal training in his Ryu heritage, and he knew nothing of the ancient techniques or the true nature of his abilities. Only the little tales that Komi had told him. The only new things he had learned were from the brief flashes of power from his past battles and the spark of potential deep within him.
Taking a deep breath, Kei closed his eyes for a moment, focusing his thoughts. He extended his hand in front of him, channeling the energy he had felt during his previous fights. His mind wandered back to the image of fireflies glittering around him, lighting up the crops like stars in the night sky.
He summoned the Arcane Weapon, a blast of energy swirling in front of him. The air crackled with magic as the form began to take shape - first, a spear. Perfectly his height, the blade sharp and the shaft littered with scales like that of a dragon.
He dispersed the weapon, trying once again to summon something. A sword, not too long or too heavy, extended from his palm, the hilt forming perfectly within his grip. The blade was nice, lightweight, similar to that of the wooden swords he play fought his sister with when they were younger. Once again, he let the weapon dissipate into thin air.
His third weapon was a large, intimidating axe. It was heavier than the other weapons he'd summoned, but the length and placement of the blade made it good for strong, slow swings to deal heavier damage. Even so, Kei let it fade from his grip. Each time he attempted to summon the weapon, it was unpredictable. He couldn’t control the form it took or its size. They seemed to be fitting weapons, made well for his strength and stamina levels, but he wanted to be able to pick what weapon he wanted, in case it could grant him a tactical advantage in the future.
Frustrated, Kei let out a breath, lowering his hand and looking across the hills again. The open hills around him felt like a world unto themselves, a place where he could make mistakes without consequences. But each mistake felt like a reminder of how little he knew about his own abilities. I’ve got to do better. I have to learn to control this.
With renewed determination, Kei once again focused, this time trying to picture the weapon he wanted, the bow and arrow from his first weapon creation. “Alright,” he muttered to himself, “Let’s try this again.” With that, Kei raised his hand again, feeling the energy surge to meet his will. The weapon would take shape, but whether it would be the one he wanted… well, that was the part he would have to wait and see.
He had come to this spot, far from the village, to try something new. His heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nerves as he recalled the lesson from Seto. Kei had no formal training in his Ryu heritage, and he knew nothing of the ancient techniques or the true nature of his abilities. Only the little tales that Komi had told him. The only new things he had learned were from the brief flashes of power from his past battles and the spark of potential deep within him.
Taking a deep breath, Kei closed his eyes for a moment, focusing his thoughts. He extended his hand in front of him, channeling the energy he had felt during his previous fights. His mind wandered back to the image of fireflies glittering around him, lighting up the crops like stars in the night sky.
He summoned the Arcane Weapon, a blast of energy swirling in front of him. The air crackled with magic as the form began to take shape - first, a spear. Perfectly his height, the blade sharp and the shaft littered with scales like that of a dragon.
He dispersed the weapon, trying once again to summon something. A sword, not too long or too heavy, extended from his palm, the hilt forming perfectly within his grip. The blade was nice, lightweight, similar to that of the wooden swords he play fought his sister with when they were younger. Once again, he let the weapon dissipate into thin air.
His third weapon was a large, intimidating axe. It was heavier than the other weapons he'd summoned, but the length and placement of the blade made it good for strong, slow swings to deal heavier damage. Even so, Kei let it fade from his grip. Each time he attempted to summon the weapon, it was unpredictable. He couldn’t control the form it took or its size. They seemed to be fitting weapons, made well for his strength and stamina levels, but he wanted to be able to pick what weapon he wanted, in case it could grant him a tactical advantage in the future.
Frustrated, Kei let out a breath, lowering his hand and looking across the hills again. The open hills around him felt like a world unto themselves, a place where he could make mistakes without consequences. But each mistake felt like a reminder of how little he knew about his own abilities. I’ve got to do better. I have to learn to control this.
With renewed determination, Kei once again focused, this time trying to picture the weapon he wanted, the bow and arrow from his first weapon creation. “Alright,” he muttered to himself, “Let’s try this again.” With that, Kei raised his hand again, feeling the energy surge to meet his will. The weapon would take shape, but whether it would be the one he wanted… well, that was the part he would have to wait and see.