Doubts And The Aftermath Of The New Power

Rain and Jake sat on an old tree trunk near the edge of the camp, away from the soldiers who were preparing to depart.

The sky was still gray, and the sun had yet to fully rise, but the faint dawn light was enough to reflect the unease in Rain's eyes.

A long silence stretched between them.

Jake watched Rain quietly, while Rain stared at his hands as if they had become something foreign to him.

Finally, Jake sighed and said

"You're different."

Rain lifted his gaze to Jake, as if the words had not registered properly.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Rain. Yesterday… you weren't just someone holding a sword for the first time. You were someone else, like a warrior who had fought hundreds of battles before."

Rain slowly clenched his fist, recalling how his body felt during the fight, how he moved so fluidly, how he dodged attacks as if he had predicted them, how he wielded the sword as if it were an extension of his soul.

But he had never trained before.

"I don't understand," Rain said in a low voice.

"I've never held a sword before, never trained, never fought anyone. not even with my bare hands. How… How did I do all that?"

"That's what I want to know."

Silence returned, filled only by the soft rustling of the wind moving through the branches.

Jake exhaled before speaking again.

"Listen, I'm not saying you're a monster or anything like that, but this isn't normal. You didn't just fight, you fought like a seasoned warrior, someone who's used to killing and surviving in chaos."

"But I'm just a farmer!" Rain interrupted, his voice rising slightly as if trying to convince himself more than Jake.

"Are you sure about that?"

Rain froze for a moment. The words were simple, yet they planted doubt deep in his heart.

"Of course I'm sure… I've lived my whole life in my small village. I worked in the fields, lived a simple life. I never learned to fight, never went to any battles. How could there be anything else?"

Jake shook his head slowly.

"Sometimes, there are things we don't remember, or things buried deep inside us that we don't realize exist. What you did yesterday isn't something an ordinary farmer can do, even if it was just a survival instinct."

There was logic in Jake's words, but Rain wasn't ready to accept the idea that he wasn't who he thought he was.

Rain closed his eyes, trying to recall anything that might explain what had happened to him. Nothing.

All he saw was his simple life in the village, working in the fields, living alone in a small hut far from others, the distant gazes of the villagers that were never truly warm.

When he opened his eyes and looked at his hands again, he couldn't deny the truth that everyone had seen yesterday… even himself.

"Jake…" Rain finally spoke after a long pause.

"What if there's something inside me that I never knew about?"

"Then maybe it's time to find out."

Rain took a deep breath, feeling his heartbeat quicken slightly.

He knew this wasn't just a coincidence, that what had happened yesterday wasn't merely an instinctive reaction to danger.

There was something inside him, something he didn't understand, but it had awakened now.

"Do you think… I'm not just an ordinary person?" Rain asked quietly.

Jake gave a small smile but didn't answer directly. Instead, he said,

"I think you're the only one who can figure that out."

Those words carried a deep meaning.

There was no clear proof that Rain was different, but the experience he had gone through was real.

Now, it was up to him to uncover the truth about himself.