Chapter 6: The Revelation of the Supreme Warrior Art

In that pivotal moment, I found myself standing before three ancient books, their weathered pages holding the secrets of ancient mage arts. While the practice of storing mage art within personal wrist computers had become commonplace, these books represented a fading tradition, a tangible connection to the mystical knowledge of the past.

Master, with a knowing smile, presented these three books to me. Each one had been passed down through generations, cherished as a family heirloom. Their significance weighed heavily upon me as I awaited Master's explanation.

"These books," Master began, his voice carrying a sense of reverence, "hold the wisdom of becoming a warrior. They have been safeguarded by our ancestors and now, they have chosen you."

My eyes scanned the titles of the books, their names etched in elegant calligraphy. The first book, Battle War Art, promised to bestow formidable battle prowess. The more one engaged in combat, the stronger they would become. Yet, it required the channeling of battle and bloody auras through the mana core, a method unsuitable for my unique circumstances.

The second book, Thousand Beating Art, intrigued me with its enigmatic title. Its teachings required the earth element to be imbued within the mana core, a requirement beyond my reach. I set it aside, my curiosity lingering.

Finally, I laid my eyes upon the last book—Supreme Warrior Art. Its simplicity caught my attention. Master had informed me earlier that this art did not necessitate a mana core. It focused on training the body using mana, an art suited to someone like me who lacked a mana core.

As I delved into the pages of the Supreme Warrior Art, I sensed an undeniable connection. Its teachings resonated within me, as if the art had been crafted specifically for my journey. Master's words echoed in my mind, affirming the suitability of this path. Without hesitation, I declared my intention to pursue the Supreme Warrior Art, determined to embrace the challenges it held.

"When can I begin my training, Master?" I asked, the excitement in my voice barely contained.

Master's expression turned somber, a hint of uncertainty shadowing his features. "Before you embark on this path, there is something you must know," he said, his voice tinged with caution. "Even I, with all my knowledge and experience, have failed to cross the threshold of the Supreme Warrior Art."

My heart sank momentarily, doubts creeping into my mind. If even Master could not succeed, what chance did I have? But Master quickly dispelled my concerns, explaining that numerous practitioners had attempted and fallen short. The lack of a mana core, a trait shared by the primordial humans who had originally crafted this art, seemed to hold the key to its mastery.

Master's words ignited a renewed determination within me. I saw the challenge before me not as an insurmountable obstacle but as an opportunity to surpass limitations. If the primordial humans could achieve greatness without a mana core, then why couldn't I?

With unwavering resolve, I cast aside my doubts and placed my trust in the ancient wisdom that lay within the pages of the Supreme Warrior Art. It was a path shrouded in uncertainty, but I was ready to embrace it with all my being.