Success

On the grassy field of the hill, Imfrim watched the night sky, staring at the stars far away from his grasp.

"That was my first time manifesting my strength." He thought as tears welled up in his eyes and pride filled him. "I finally took the first step," he thought, allowing the tears to streak to his beard.

"However, the price required to pay was me being motionless for hours."

All of a sudden, he gritted his teeth as his fingers dug into the earth. "Someday, I'll start forging eight, nine, or ten weapons in a day. Someday, I'll have to discover how to let the dwarves connect and transfer their strength to their weapons and to think that I've been motionless for hours just after one go."

With a strong will, he pulled himself up and sat to tighten his fist. "I only managed to hold it for less than a single second. This time I'll learn how to handle it for a minute. With this Skill called Body Power Conversion."