This weird line of understanding, the pain, and fear I started suffering once the cloak on my legs has been lifted. The anger in my blood, the pain in my brain. The despair in my body. It's night, the old man has to brew the potion, I have to sit here like an idiot and stare at the ceiling. What if he attacks the village before the potion is done? What if he isn't sleeping? This uncertainty… I have to get more powerful! I care about this village, this is the first place I started changing for the better, and from here on out, more will change since this village will help the others forward.