Sora once firmly believed that this would be his life for the rest of his life. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Following the men all the way to stop and stop, the carriage will always stop at the edge of the forest, or in a natural cave, and the tall man will enter the woods with the air to start the day of hunting, as well as the training of the air, wrist strength, foot strength, physical fitness, reflexes, explosive power...... Affecting all aspects of physical factors, under the various training methods of tall people, empty eating is far more difficult than imagined, and at the same time achieving the same progress.

"It's too hard, it's too big to get to where you're asking you to be. This was Sora's usual complaint at first, and the soreness of his body from the torture of high-intensity training was unbearable, and he fell on his back in the snow, panting fiercely.

"No matter how exaggerated the goal is, you will eventually accomplish it, won't you," each time, the tall man leaned against the tree and stared at the wheezing void, neither angry nor complaining, "No one does not let you complain, but I believe that you will accomplish this in the sound of complaining, otherwise, you will not even be able to do this, and I will not teach you at all, and gradually, you will get used to it and never complain again." ”

The tall man was right, he didn't even need to be urged, Sora always took a short rest, and then consciously got up to continue his unfinished training, or the strength training of breaking the stump, or the reaction training of dodging the mechanism.

The tall man's judgment is still correct, he will not blindly train a child who is shouting to become stronger, he will not casually satisfy a boy's curiosity. Sora has that qualification, and he has a tenacity that goes far beyond curiosity, and it also turns into a motivation for him to always keep finishing his training.

"Did you endure this level of training day after day?" asked Sora curiously.

"Initially, yes, until I lost my brother, I made my training a hundredfold harder. The tall man replied with a blank expression, and the so-called hundredfold increase in difficulty seemed to be useless to him.

"Will you be able to do it?"

"It's not that I can't do it, it's that I have to do it," said the tall man, "and I've been thinking that if I can get stronger, so strong that no matter what happens, I have the ability to save it, but no matter how much I think about it, I have no chance to save it, and there is no way to atone for my sins, and the fact that I killed my brother has always remained the same." ”

But even so, I wanted to atone for my sins and save him. ”

Sora once didn't understand the reason why men could wield weapons so easily, the weapons in their hands were about to fight for their lives with the enemy in front of them, the heavens would not favor anyone, only their own strength could be relied on, why didn't men have a trace of fear? Now, he seemed to have figured out a little, those who can hold the blade to fight, there will always be something buried in their hearts, far more than the feelings of fear.

The tall spear hooked the body of the prey, and the empty spear, which was already familiar with the weapon, was cut little by little from the branches of the trees that the tall man brought back during his vigil. Two figures, one large and one small, walked towards the end in the woods, carrying their spears in the same vein, and the prey that had become the food of the night hung on the tip of the spear, swinging in the same direction.

The bearded man lit the fire as always, the horses pulling the cart slept beside the flames, the bearded man waited for the return of the two, and when he was close to the exit of the woods, he saw the smiling face of the bearded man red by the firelight.

In the middle of the night before falling asleep, it is also the time for Sora to practice magic, and the bearded man will be by his side, closing his eyes with him to feel the magic in his body, and under the guidance of the bearded man, Sora is constantly groping, pursuing the hidden magic in his body.

As the convoy hurried, it continued to approach the camp that the men had originally mentioned. The bearded man also mentioned his hometown more and more frequently in the topic, although it has been reduced to ruins, but the sweet potato field that he and his father worked hard to build is still well protected.

Until one day, when Sora was already able to wield the spear flexibly, he succeeded by accident in his ignorance and activated his magic.

"Is this kid burning his hands?" Sora was still closing his eyes when he heard a strange question from the tall man.

"No, he succeeded. The bearded man's voice was pleasantly surprised.

Sora couldn't wait to open his eyes, and for all this time, he had spent every night meditating with his eyes closed, looking forward to the day when it came.

The warm light immediately shone into his eyes, not dazzling, just exuding bursts of fused brilliance.

A warm flame of light floated in the palm of his hand, and he merged his hands together, watching the flame burn quietly and the fireworks sway.

"That's my magic. Looking at the burning red in his hand in a daze, in addition to the excitement of success, more feelings came from the warmth of the flame, as if it spread directly to the bottom of his heart.

"Why is it fire?" the tall man frowned as if he had pulled a lock.

"It doesn't matter what it is, the important thing is that Sora succeeded, isn't it," the bearded man didn't continue his companion's doubts, and changed the topic, "Come here, Sora, come, now that you can activate the magic, the next thing to learn is how to release the energy." He actively patted his empty shoulder to his feet, and stole a glance at the sparkling crystal that had tumbled from the fire at his feet, a hedron that had lost its magical power.

The moment a ball of fire erupted in the empty hand, the originally burning spar immediately lost its temperature and heat, and the originally rising flame was abruptly extinguished, as if it had been sucked out of thin air by some force.

"How did you do that?" asked the tall man, watching the two walk away with their backs to each other.

"It's just like what my uncle said, just keep thinking about what I want to see when I wake up from the snow. Airway turned to the side, thinking about answer.

In the saddest and sadest time, in the cold and darkness, the thing you dream of seeing, when it appears in front of you, you can't wait to reach out and want to hold the thing, Sora is just looking for it, looking for this thing in your heart, the thing you want to hold in your hand.

The tall man stopped talking, as if he approved of the answer, and his tightly knit brow was suddenly untied.

He watched as the two walked a little farther away, and he stood up and paced slowly, the spear unloaded from his shoulder, and was quietly stroked in his hand, if there was enough bright light to clearly reflect the dried blood stains on it, and on one spear, the blood of almost all of the man's companions, the companions of the past, the companions of the past, the companions of the dead.

Bless him, said the tall man in his heart, as if he were praying to his departed friends.

Sora has always believed that this is his life for the rest of his life.

Until that day, the people of the daylight realm attacked them.