Morning wood

Being a leader meant more than just wielding power or commanding respect. It meant being crafty and smart, always thinking ten steps ahead to ensure the safety of my teammates. But even as I embraced this responsibility, I couldn't forsake my ultimate goal, revenge. The fire that burned within me, the desire to right the wrongs of the past, was inextinguishable. It fueled my every action, my every decision, even as I trained my body and mind to become stronger.

Waking up in the mornings had become easier over time. Gone were the days when I needed old man Jaken's early morning water splashes to jolt me awake. Now, I rose with the sun, my body attuned to the rhythm of the day. Sometimes, I even trained before dawn, pushing myself to the limits of my endurance. The discipline was grueling, but it was necessary. I had a mission, and I couldn't afford to falter.

This particular morning, I headed to the waterfall for my usual training. The journey there was peaceful, the world still cloaked in the soft hues of dawn. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew-kissed grass and blooming flowers. Birds chirped in the distance, their melodies harmonizing with the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind. It was a serene backdrop, one that contrasted sharply with the intensity of my training.

When I reached the waterfall, I paused for a moment to take in the sight. The water cascaded down the rocks with a thunderous roar, its surface shimmering in the early morning light. The mist rising from the pool below created a hazy veil, adding an almost mystical quality to the scene. It was a place of power, a place where I could push myself beyond my limits.

I stripped off the top of my clothes and stepped beneath the waterfall, the icy water crashing down on me with relentless force. The pressure was immense, but I welcomed it. It was a test of both physical and mental endurance. I focused on my breathing, on the rhythm of my heartbeat, training my mind to remain calm and precise even in the face of adversity. This was more than just physical training, it was a lesson in resilience, in mastering the self.

Old man Jaken had instructed me to stay under the waterfall for at least two hours, and I followed his guidance without question. Scientists say that anything you do continuously for a month becomes a part of you, and this training was no exception. It was slowly becoming ingrained in my being, shaping me into someone stronger, someone capable of facing the challenges ahead.

For a hero or a villain to remain at peak performance, they must keep their body and mind sharp. Training wasn't just about building muscle or honing skills, it was about evolving, about pushing the boundaries of what was possible. Even the weakest hero could become a peak superhero if they trained relentlessly, without restraint or hesitation. That was the path I had chosen, and I was determined to see it through.

After two hours, I stepped out of the waterfall, my body numb from the cold and exertion. As I toweled off, I noticed someone approaching. It was Jessica, heading toward the waterfall for her early morning bath. My heart skipped a beat. This was the first time I'd seen her come here at this hour, she usually bathed later in the day or at her place.

Even in the dim light of dawn, her beauty was undeniable. Her nudity was a sight to behold, her movements graceful and confident. Her breasts bounced softly with each step, their curves accentuated by the faint glow of the rising sun. Her hips swayed seductively, a testament to her natural allure. I felt a surge of desire, my body reacting instinctively to the sight before me.

I quickly sank back into the water, hoping to avoid being seen. It wasn't the most effective hiding spot, I still needed air, after all but it was the best I could do under the circumstances. Jessica, unaware of my presence, stripped off her clothes and stepped into the water. Even from beneath the surface, I could see her nudity, her body illuminated by the soft light filtering through the mist.

The temptation was overwhelming. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin against mine. But I resisted, reminding myself of the importance of mental discipline. This wasn't just about physical attraction, it was about preparing for situations where I might be seduced or manipulated by an enemy. I needed to stay focused, to remain in control no matter the circumstances.

Jessica stayed in the water for what felt like an forever, her movements slow and deliberate. She seemed to be enjoying the solitude, the tranquility of the moment. Eventually, she stood up and began to dress, her hips swaying seductively as she walked away. I watched her go, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"I wish I could have touched her," I muttered to myself, the words slipping out before I could stop them. It was a fleeting thought, one born of desire and frustration, but I quickly pushed it aside. There was no room for distractions, not when I had so much to accomplish.

As I made my way back to old man Jaken's home, I encountered Melanie. She was in the forest, training her curse powers, and for reasons unknown to me, she had stripped off her clothes. The sight was mesmerizing, her body more alluring than I had ever imagined. Her breasts were larger than they appeared when she was clothed, their curves accentuated by the faint outline of her underwear. Her hips were seductive, their sway hypnotic even from a distance.

Unfortunately, Melanie noticed me almost immediately. "Ashbourne! Get out of here, you pervert!" she shouted, her voice laced with anger and embarrassment.

I smirked, unable to resist a playful retort. "Well, the system didn't give me the skill pervert for nothing," I said before walking away. The encounter left me with a mix of amusement and frustration, my mind lingering on the sight of her body even as I tried to focus on the task at hand.

When I finally returned to old man Jaken's place, I was still reeling from the events of the morning. Jaken, as usual, was still asleep, and we had a meeting scheduled for 8 a.m. with Melanie's acquaintance to discuss our secret business. I dressed quickly and headed to the designated meeting spot, my mind racing with thoughts of what the day might bring.

On the way, I flirted with a few women in their 20's, testing the limits of my "Pervert" skill. It was surprisingly effective, and I couldn't help but wonder how far I could push it. If I had asked for the unimaginable, they might have agreed without hesitation. But I wasn't here to indulge in such distractions for now I had a mission to complete.

When I arrived at the ramen store, I was the first one there. The place was quiet, the early morning crowd yet to arrive. I took a seat and waited, my thoughts drifting back to the events of the morning. The sight of Jessica and Melanie lingered in my mind, a reminder of the challenges I faced not just as a leader, but as a man.

As I sat there, I couldn't help but reflect on the path I had chosen. It was a path that wad filled with danger and temptation which was not a problem for me, but it was also one of growth and self-discovery. I was becoming stronger, not just in body but in mind and spirit. And though the road ahead was uncertain, I was ready to face it head on as long as i fulfilled my quest for revenge.