2 I FIGHT AN ORC
Feeling quite proud of myself, I decided to leave on a good note.
"Thank you for the fight, Alexandro. You've opened my blind eyes to a new world. I look forward to battling you again, friend." I said.
As I left the palaestra, I was met with the cheers and applause of the spectators who had been watching the fight. Some of them came up to me, congratulating me on my effort and complimenting me on how I managed to adapt pretty quickly.
Despite the loss, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I had taken on one of the best fighters there and managed to hold my ground. And while I may not have won, I knew that I had gained valuable experience that I could use to improve my skills and become an even better fighter.
As I limped back to my cabin, I sensed the emotions of those who heard the news of my fight. Jealousy, admiration, and envy were among them, however one stood out the most to me. Exhilaration. It's possible that somebody in the community was proud of my display of strength and skill, however it's also possible that I was sensing my own exhilaration at the newfound power I had unlocked.
I finally arrived home at dawn. Naturally, my mother questioned the bruises on my body, to which I responded by telling her that I decided to practice with the local hoplites. It seemed to please my mother. She then greeted me with a hefty helping of chicken soup, warming and healing my damaged and weary bones. Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline and power that came with the battle, or maybe even the sense of purpose and direction that emerged from discovering this new strength. Whatever the reason, the drive to become stronger consumed my thoughts and actions. As I sat there, sipping on my warm soup, my mind raced with ideas on how to improve my skills and physical abilities. I felt a new sense of determination and focus that I had never experienced before.
That night as I lay in bed, I contemplated my future, feeling a deep sense of purpose. I thought about the power and strength I exhibited during my fight with Alexandro, and the exhilaration that came with it. The idea of becoming the strongest ever never felt so close, and I knew then and there that I had to pursue it.
As I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, my mind was filled with visions of my future self. A powerful and unstoppable force. I knew it would be long and difficult, but I was ready for the challenge. Because I had a burning desire to push myself to the limit, to become the best I could possibly be. To leave a mark on the world.
With that thought in mind, I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, dreaming of the incredible feats I would accomplish on my journey to become the strongest ever. That was the first night I slept without a nightmare.
The morning after the fight with Alexandro, I woke up with a renewed determination to become stronger. I couldn't ignore the fact that I had only kept up in the fight because of his underestimation of my abilities, and my strange adaptive ability had served as a crutch. I knew that to truly become a formidable fighter, I needed to improve my stamina and body. Creating a schedule, I settled on a grueling routine of 125 chin pushups, 125 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 5km jog. I was determined to gain the ideal physique, but I also knew that I had to start with a grain of salt and work my way up. I was committed to evolving and pushing myself to the limit, no matter how difficult the journey ahead may be.
The morning after creating my exercise schedule, I quickly realized that achieving the ideal physique wasn't going to be a walk in the park. The first day of the regimen was grueling, with each movement causing my bones to creak and pop. The sound was gut-wrenching, and my legs felt like they could collapse at any moment. Despite the pain, I persevered and completed the routine, only to be met with extreme exhaustion that left me barely able to eat dinner. The next day was just as tough, but I refused to give up. After returning home, I again barely finished dinner, too tired to even think about tomorrow. The pattern repeated for three long weeks, only taking breaks on weekends, but I refused to quit. Finally, I noticed that the exercise was getting easier, and I rewarded myself with a well deserved huge meal.
At that time, I felt like a completely new person. The transformation was remarkable, my muscles rippled with strength, and I felt like I had become a force to be reckoned with. I could now lift weights that had previously been impossible, my movements felt fluid and effortless, and my endurance was off the charts. With my newly improved physique, I knew that I was ready to take on a greater challenge, but before seeking out a master, I set my sights on defeating a low tier orc. These brutish monsters were not known for their intelligence, but their incredible power and impenetrable defense made them a formidable opponent.
Late in the night, I told my mother I was setting out to take a quick walk in the woods. She waved me off, and I then headed deep into the forest, my hunt for an orc beginning.
As I trekked through the thick vegetation, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, I felt a sense of freedom and euphoria wash over me. I was on a mission to face a fierce monster in the forest, a low-tier orc, known for its immense power and formidable defense.
As I ventured deeper into the woods, I sharpened my senses, scanning the environment for any sign of the beast. Suddenly, a rustling in the underbrush caught my attention. I froze, and held my breath, straining to hear any further movements.
After a moment, I saw a smaller orc break away from the pack, its club clenched tightly in its hand. It swerved its head around, and in my excitement, I realized too late that I was sweating, and the beast had locked onto my scent.
As the orc charged towards me, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I quickly assessed my situation and the odds of survival. The orc was powerful and its weapon was formidable, but I had trained hard and was confident in my abilities. I knew that I had to be fast and agile to avoid its attacks and strike at the right moment. I took a deep breath and readied myself for the fight.
The orc swung its club at me, its full weight behind the attack. I managed to dodge, but not quick enough to avoid getting grazed by the weapon. I could feel a sting in my arm where the club hit me.
Gathering my wits, I dashed towards the orc, attempting to land a punch. But the orc was quite quick, it parried my punch and hit me with the club again, this time on my shoulder. The pain shot through my body, but I didn't give up.
I continued to exchange blows with the orc, making the same mistakes I made with Alexandro. I was not reacting fast enough to its moves and I kept dropping my guard. The orc landed another blow on my side, and I realized I was in trouble.
Trying to learn from my past mistakes, I switched tactics, focusing on dodging and countering the orc's attacks. I waited for the orc to make the first move and then reacted, landing a few punches on its body.
The orc seemed surprised by my sudden change in strategy, but it wasn't enough to take it down. It swung its club again, hitting me on the back. I stumbled forward, but managed to stay on my feet.
I knew I couldn't take many more hits. My fists were now bloodied and bruised, but I wasn't going to back down. I waited for the orc to make a move, and as it raised its club for another strike, I lunged forward, landing a punch straight to its face.
The orc staggered back, dazed by the blow. I took advantage of the moment and delivered a final punch to its chest - something that would later prove to be a huge mistake. The orc fell to the ground, defeated.
Panting and exhausted, I looked at the orc, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Although I had taken some blows, I had managed to defeat the orc through learning from my mistakes and adapting my strategy.
My initial relief quickly turned to panic as I looked down at my battered fists, the adrenaline now wearing off and the reality of my injuries setting in. Blood flowed freely from the open wounds and dripped onto the forest floor. I knew I had to find help soon, or the consequences could be dire. But where could I turn? I was alone, in the middle of an unfamiliar forest, with no sign of civilization in sight.
As my strength waned and my vision began to blur, I felt a growing sense of dread. I couldn't let myself give up, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to fight the overwhelming urge to succumb to the darkness.
Just before I blacked out, I remember seeing a warm smile gazing down upon me, its owner's kind eyes radiating a sense of calm and reassurance. The man spoke in a calm, serene tone, one that washed over me like a soothing balm. "Don't let your fire burn out, son," he said. "Do you want your journey to end here? You have come so far, but there is still so much more to do." With those words, he pressed a cloth against my wound and began to staunch the bleeding.
I felt a renewed sense of determination welling up inside me. I was not ready to give up yet. I would not let this defeat be the end of my journey. The man's words echoed in my mind, driving me to push through the pain and continue on my quest for strength and mastery. And just like that, I slept.
