The Mountain Part 2

Three Months. That is how long Lucon had stayed in those mountains for.

A Month. That is how long Lucon took to understand the wilds.

A Month. That is how long Lucon trained his will to use Prana.

A Month. That is how long it took Lucon to understand himself and his new life.

His stay in those mountains honed his mind. Allowed him to see the world in such a grander scale than usual. He did not see a stick on the ground as a trash left by nature, he instead saw it as a tool he could use to stab the eye of a Dire Wolf who forced his blade out of his hand. The snow was not a simple white color that hurt his eyes, but a camouflage that he had used to hide his body so he could easily hunt Blue Eyes. He did not see his mind and his imagination as that of a child who no longer wants to grow up, but that of a mind of a man who saw the world as nothing but a field for him to have fun in.

"Phooo" Lucon breathed out, his breath turning into a cold visible breeze as he stared outside his cave. His grip on his blade's handle was tight, but not too hard. His body was bulky, but was lean and smooth. His eyes were focused on a single point, but was able to see the entire world around him.

He changed his gaze towards his blade's handle. He felt a rush come through his body and enter the blade's handle. He slowly drew the blade from its scabbard, revealing the image of a blade that was chipped and broken. It was obvious that if this blade clashed with the metal of another, that it would snap in half. Yet, Lucon drew the blade fully and swung it towards the nearby stone wall.

-Scree

When the blade and the wall collided, there was no sound of shattering nor was their sound of metal bouncing off. Instead, there was a high pitch sound of metal rubbing against something. Lucon looked at the wall and his sword before moving back to the spot his blade had struck. There was a deep cut on the blade's surface that seemed to slide a couple inches before digging itself deeper and deeper into the wall before coming back to the surface.

Lucon stared at the chipped and banged sword in his hand. Its surface was covered in a small purple flame that was growing ferociously. It seemed like this flame, if left unattended, would grow into a inferno that would expand forever.

"Prana, such a mysterious force and yet a force one can understand so easily" Lucon said as he stared at the purple flames that roared on his blade, "to understand Prana is to understand what one wants to do. To create a goal for oneself and to act on it. I wanted to cut the wall with my broken blade without it shattering and my Prana acted on it."

Lucon sheathed his blade back into its scabbard and then raised his right hand up and tightened it. Soon a purple flame ignited and coated itself on his hand, he pulled his hand close to his chest before punching it towards the wall. When his hand made contact with the wall, the wall caved in a bit before cracks formed. Lucon then pulled his hand back and stared at his knuckles. He saw that there was blood forming on it as well as skin tearing and bits of bone poking out.

"But just because I wanted to punch the wall and cave it in a bit, does not make it a good way to use Prana. At best, it's a temporary source of will for Prana to use" Lucon then raised his left hand up and pulled it back, his hand igniting in a purple flame. He breathed out before launching a punch at the wall. Just like how he made the wall cave in a bit with his right, his left hand did the exact same thing but it was on a bigger scale than the first strike. When he pulled it back he expected there to be a lot more blood and a lot more bones poking out of his fist. But unlike the first time, there was little to no blood pouring out nor was there even a single sight of bone poking out. Just small cuts and bruises on its surface.

"But if I wanted to be able to punch anything with a great amount of force without much effort, Prana would allow me to do so," Lucon said as he examined his left hand. He closed it and opened it several times, looking at its surface to see if there were any more wounds on its surface or internally. 

He walked towards one of the cave's corners and grabbed a mushroom that was inside a basket full of mushrooms and leaves, and ripped its surface off before wrapping the thin surface on both his knuckles. He then grabbed the leaves and wrapped them around the mushrooms before grabbing another mushroom from the basket and tearing off its skin and wrapping it around the leaves.

"Prana, the force of making ones will become physical. At surface level, one would think it allowed you to just boost your mind, body, and soul, but that is far from the truth. In its purest form, Prana is the action of defying the rules of the world and creating rules for you to listen to just so you can reach your goal and keep the power it granted you. That is the true meaning of Prana. To defy the rules of the world just to create a goal and get rewards after completing the goal."

Lucon stared at the medical care he applied to his knuckles for a bit before leaving the cave. He stepped, grabbed a leather satchel that was laying next to the basket and opened it. He put the satchel on his back and walked out of the cave. Each step he took, he felt something slowly leave his chest, his mind, his eyes, his heart, and his soul. He felt lighter and stronger. He stopped walking as he stepped outside the cave and into the open. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath in and then a deep breath out.

"My goal is quite obvious," Lucon said as he slowly opened his eyes and stared at the world with a new pair of eyes. The world was chaotic, the land he stood on could shatter under his feet. The seas could turn from a calm wave to a vortex with a whirlpool in its center. The skies above could shatter and the reaches of space could leak in a turn this world into a living nightmare. The world could enter a war that could ravage all of its life. 

Yet in this chaos of a world that Lucon stood in and breathed in. He did not falter, nor did he ever try to back away. Instead he just smiled as he opened the leather satchel from his back and pulled out a Prana Center. He turned it on as a small blue arrow suddenly appeared and floated on top of the device. It spun in a circle for a bit before straightening itself and pointed in one direction.

Lucon continued to smile as he tucked the Prana Center back into his satchel before he slung it on his back and walked in the direction. As he walked, he placed his hand on the handle of his blade. Suddenly a huge gust of wind emanated from his body as purple flames soon coated his entire body. 

"My goal in this life is to have as much fun as possible. To make up for the lost time in my previous life" Lucon stated as a matter of factly as his Prana continued to surge out from his body. "I don't care if my fun involves being the hunting dog of Vallen, or if it involves the massacre of his family! If I have to fight a single man or if I have to fight an entire kingdom! Even if I have to kill an innocent person just to get to a criminal, as long as it's fun I do not care! I do not care about the consequences it has or its benefits! If I get to have as much fun and enjoy every single second of it, then I don't care!"

From his proclamation of his goal to the world, his Prana fully flared out as its raging flame like appearance became that of a ferocious flame of a beast that had finally controlled its fangs. Lucon tightened the grip on his sword's handle as he drew the blade out once more. His Prana coating the blade's surface, but unlike its previous crude and ferocious form, it now shaped like a real sword and its flame dancing beautifully.

He breathed out as he drew the blade from its scabbard and slashed in front of him. The swing launched out a wide slash, that was the color purple, that traveled for several meters before crashing against a tree.

-Squeak

A cry was heard from the tree. Lucon sheathed the blade back into its scabbard before he walked towards the tree. When he was in front of its base, he squatted before rummaging through the snow. After rummaging for a couple seconds he pulled the body of a decapitated Blue Eyes. He brought the corpse to his face and examined it for a bit before taking a bite from its body.

He chewed on its flesh for a bit before gulping the meat. "Huh, it's really juicy," Lucon said as he took another bite from its body and walked towards the center of the Prana Center.