When I was 10 I was blessed by king I gain his ranking and his powers which gave me the chance of becoming a hunter.
When I was 11 my father took it upon himself to train me rigorously in the art of hand-to-hand combat and the intricacies of sword fighting. It was not merely about learning how to fight and defend oneself but also about delving deep into the essence of your opponent. By studying and understanding their moves, weaknesses, and tendencies, I could incorporate that knowledge into my own fighting style, ensuring victory. It was akin to the mindset of an assassin seeking crucial information to eliminate their target.
[Four years ago]
Youta sat on the ground, his father seated beside him. The air was filled with anticipation as his father spoke, capturing Youta's undivided attention. "Just you wait, Youta," his father began, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Huh?" Youta replied, his curiosity piqued.