Gray spun his spear with precision, his movements a blur as the cool morning air brushed against his face. "Yah! Hiyah!" he shouted, thrusting the weapon forward with force. Each swing was followed by a calculated jump, his body moving in sync with the spear as he carved the air. He was already sweating, but there was a fire in his eyes—a determination that pushed him to keep going.
The sharp tip of his spear glinted under the light as he spun it once more, the momentum driving him forward. His breathing was steady, his focus razor-sharp. But then, a thought struck him. He paused, planting the spear into the ground and wiping his brow.
"System," he called out, "is there a chance I can cut through a tree using this spear?"
After a brief silence, the system's voice echoed in his mind, calm and neutral as always. 「Yes, but to do so, you must strike with the spear's tip, applying precision and strength to cut through the wood.」