章節 51: 45
A serene morning unfolded in the vast wilderness of the Spiritual Beast Realm. Towering trees with emerald-green leaves whispered in the gentle wind, while vibrant flowers painted the forest floor with hues of crimson and gold. Above, jagged mountains loomed, their peaks cloaked in mist, and below them, waterfalls cascaded down in a thundering rush, their waters shimmering like liquid crystal under the sunlight. The air was cool, crisp, and alive with the harmony of nature—the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the distant roar of a lion as it hunted its prey. In this vast symphony of life, all was as it should be.
On a small cliff overlooking a river, a boy no older than twelve sat cross-legged, his back straight and his eyes shut in deep concentration. His leather coat, worn from travel and battle, clung to his small frame, its brown color blending with the earth beneath him. His dark blue pants rippled slightly in the breeze, while his hands rested on his knees, fingers clasped in a meditative grip. His breathing was slow and measured, each inhale drawing in the energy of the world around him, and each exhale releasing his tension into the wind.
Suddenly, a crackle of blue lightning flickered around him, sharp and quick, like the breath of a storm. The air around the boy hummed with energy as the small sparks danced in the space near him. His lips curled into a slight smile, though his eyes remained closed. He could feel it—the power coursing through his veins, the same power that had once belonged to someone far greater, far older than his current form suggested.
With a swift movement, he raised his right hand and made a sign, his index and middle fingers extending while the others curled inward. His eyes snapped open, revealing a deep, mesmerizing shade of purple. "Double Pupils," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of authority and command beyond his years. Instantly, the small sparks of lightning intensified, swirling around him in a chaotic dance of blue and white. His pupils, rotating slowly within the irises, glowed as the boy's gaze sharpened.
A dark purple mist, thick and foreboding, began to seep from his fingers, expanding outward in a pulse that stretched across the forest. Birds stopped mid-flight, their wings frozen in the air, while animals near the waterfall halted in place, paralyzed by the sudden shift in energy. The boy stood up slowly, his eyes now a deep blue, alive with the crackle of lightning running through them. He looked out at the frozen scene, his lips parting into a smile that betrayed no malice—just amusement.
With a swift movement, he leaped off the cliff, his body cutting through the air as he descended toward the river below. The waterfall's roar grew louder as he neared the rushing waters, but just before he hit the surface, his descent slowed. His feet touched the water gently, and without a moment's hesitation, he began to run across it, the currents swirling beneath him, unable to claim him. His speed was incredible, small arcs of lightning trailing behind him as he weaved between the rocks and trees that lined the riverbank.
As he ran, the boy spotted a tiger in the distance, its powerful body crouched low as it prepared to strike an unsuspecting antelope. The beast, however, was frozen in the purple mist, its muscles locked in place, mere inches from its prey. The boy's smile grew wider. "You've got to be faster," he teased, his voice playful. With a burst of speed, he grabbed the antelope and slung it over his shoulders, laughing as he continued his dash through the forest. The black smoke vanished, releasing its hold on the tiger, and with a thunderous roar, the massive creature sprang into action, chasing after the boy with a renewed fury.
But the boy was too fast. His feet barely touched the ground as he sprinted ahead, lightning crackling at his heels. The tiger's roars echoed through the forest, a mixture of frustration and rage, but the boy simply looked back over his shoulder, his smile never faltering. After a few more minutes of the chase, the tiger finally gave up, its roars fading into the distance as it disappeared into the forest's depths.
Now alone, the boy slowed his pace, breathing deeply as he climbed a small mountain path. His steps were light but deliberate, the antelope still draped across his back. Ahead, nestled against the side of the mountain, was a small wooden cabin. The structure was modest, with an axe resting near the door and several logs of unchopped wood stacked nearby. Smoke gently rose from the chimney, a sign of life within.
The boy approached the cabin, placing the antelope beside the axe with a grunt. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand before turning to the door, reaching out to open it. But as his fingers touched the wood, a blur of silver shot through the air toward him. Time seemed to slow as the small knife hurtled toward his face, its blade gleaming in the sunlight. Eyes widening, the boy instinctively ducked, his body moving faster than his mind could comprehend.
The knife whizzed past him, embedding itself in the doorframe with a solid thunk. The boy straightened, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the blade, still vibrating from the impact. For a moment, he stood frozen, the shock of the attack settling in. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face.
"Well, that was close," he muttered to himself, his hand reaching up to touch the spot where the blade had almost struck him. "Too close."
His gaze shifted from the knife to the door. Whoever was inside, he was sure they had more surprises in store.
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