childhood memories pt.1 (when i was born)
What is this?
Where am I?
Who am I with this feeling? As if I am drowning.
Yes, I remember. I am now dead.
I was someone who vowed to kill all of humanity, insulted them, despised them, and killed them, and this might be amusing, but even I ate one of them.
How much time has passed? A year, a hundred years, a thousand years—let's rewind time a little for you to understand my story.
Let's go back a thousand years.
To the beginning of everything"
The story begins.
A boy aged 10, his father called out to him, "White, come here." His father called White seriously.
White walked to his father, who was sitting behind the house.
Do you know what this is, my son?" His father waved the sword in front of White.
It's a sword, father," White answered with a smile.
Do you want to try waving it a little?" His father handed the sword to him.
"Alright." White replied in surprise, which turned into excitement afterwards.
White held the sword and tried to wave it.
It's too heavy."
White couldn't even pull it out of its sheath.
"Listen, White, today you have reached the age of 10, which means you need to start honing your skills."His father looked at him seriously.
From today onwards, you will train until the essence of your race becomes a force within you."
"And what is the essence of race?" White wondered,
"Do you want to know?" His father smiled.
Yes, I , I do." White answered, "Then every day for a week, try waving the sword 10 times.
"But this is difficult; I couldn't even pull it out of its ts sheath." White complained
His father put his hand on White's head. "So today, try pulling the sword out of the sheath once and wave it, and I will tell you a little about the essence of race."
"Really?" White's eyes lit up with joy and excitement."Yes"
"so I'll leave you for a while," his father said.
White tried to pull it with all his might, but there was no response; it didn't move at all. White sat on the ground tiredly. "I can't even budge it; how can I wave it?"
In the house,
White's father sat on a chair in the kitchen while White's mother cooked.
Don't you think you're being a bit harsh on the boy?" White's mother scolded,
"If he wants to step into the world of cultivators, he must learn by himself."
White's father's expressions turned serious.
Behind the house,
White got tired of trying to pull the sword and glanced at his weak hands. "I guess I need to train a little."
"Alright, this is my daily schedule for this week: try to pull out this sword from its sheath and do 10 push-ups and 10 squats."
After White finished his exercises, he lay on the ground, his breaths laboured and sweat pouring from all over his body. "This is too hard; is my body this weak?" White wondered,
"Who cares? I've started the exerciseses
anyway." White got up from the ground and grabbed the sword, trying to pull it with all his strength but failing.
"Looks like White has started his exercises," White's mother wondered.
"That's your mistake; you didn't tell him about the truth of this sword." White's mother scolded White's father."
"This sword doesn't rely on physical strength but pure talent, and White doesn't know that this sword measures the talent of the person who pulls it for the first rst time."White's mother said anxiously
Talent depends on the first month of a person at the age of ten and consists of four weeks: the first week is a high-class talent, the second week is an average-class talent, the third week is a low-class talent, and the fourth week is a garbage-class talent. If the person cannot pull out the sword in these four weeks, he is not qualified to be a cultivator and will not have any essence of race.
After six and a half days, the day his parents were looking forward to, White's father watched his son from afar, hoping he would finish his exercises, which were pointless.
When White finished his exercises, he started drinking some water to rest and catch his breath.
He looked at the sword and picked it up easily. "I've become a little stronger." White said with joy.
He tried to pull the sword but couldn't.
His father's face wrinkled with anger, then returned to its original expression, and he went back into the house.
" Alright, this is my second week, and I couldn't pull it out. I think I need to increase my exercises a little."
White increased both his upper and lower body exercises to 50.
The second week Every day of the second week, White tried to pull the sword after finishing each exercise but could never move it at all.
The third week, White increased his overall exercises to 100 and added meditation because he noticed something strange about the sword.
White's mother started to worry about his future, and White's father's anger grew inside him, but he suppressed it outwardly after each passing week.
The fourth week, White's last chance, who knew nothing, White increased his exercises again to 150, and then his body went from being worn out to being well-toned. At the end of the week, White lifted the sword easily and pulled it out of its sheath.
White started pulling with all his strength, but it didn't move until, after fifty seconds of continuous pulling, it began to show signs of movement.
"IIt's starting to come out."
White increased the strength of his pull until his face turned red.
Finally, after four continuous weeks, the sword was pulled out of its sheath.I finally managed to pull it; that was s tough."
White rejoiced a little, then wondered,Isn't this sword strange? I couldn't pull it out until after four continuous weeks of training." White looked at the sword in amazement.
"Nevermind."
White ran excitedly to his father, "Father, I managed to pull it out."
Veins appeared on his father's forehead in anger.
When White entered the house, the veins disappeared immediately, and then his father's original expression returned, and he went inside the house.
Good job, my son; if you stick to my promise, I'll tell you a little about the essence of f race."
"First, the essence of race is an energy present in all the world—trees, animals, everywhere—and this energy comes from two specific places: mountains and rivers."
But intelligent creatures are born without this essence of race, and after centuries of effort and studies, they managed to absorb this essence from nature, and this was called honing.
White's eyes lit up with excitement, saying, "Teach me how to hone."
"Wait for me to finish my speech," White's father scolded.
Listen, there are three primary levels of honing: bronze, silver, and gold,
and after that, there are the major levels, which are earthly essence race level. Celestial Essence Race Level, Cosmic Essence Race Level, Divine Essence Race Level, Imperial Essence Race Level These are the levels of the race essence, but after each level, there are restrictions. For example, in the first three levels, you cannot control the essence of race, and therefore the cultivators train to increase the speed of the essence of race flowing in the body through the veins.
And there are restrictions on each level; for example, you cannot access the essence of the race reservoir, you cannot fly, and of course, after each breakthrough, a restriction will be lifted and your strength will increase.
Also, there are small levels between each level: the beginning, the average peak, the peak, and the breakthrough to a new level. And, of course, this does not apply to the first three levels. "White's father didn't want to tell him about the other levels because he didn't want to hurt him about his talent.
" So let's hone now; teach me how." White's excitement doubled.
White's father got up from the ground and said, "Alright, my son, from today onwards, you will undergo rigorous training under my guidance."
His father's smile trembled as if he wanted to explode.
White said excitedly, "Yes."
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End of Chapter 1
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