Ryan was still staring at his burning palm, breathing with difficulty and sweat dripping from his forehead. He raised his eyes towards Kyleen and asked him in a tiring voice, but it is full of curiosity:
"By the way, Kylene, or what should you call you now?"
"Do not care about that as long as we did not reach the sect, what do you want to ask?"
"With regard to that black stone that I gave me, what it is, how can just a stone can do it?"
Ha ha ha ha, suddenly, Kyleen exploded with laughter with tears of laughter near his eyes, I see that your curiosity has been raised ...
Then, Kylein smiled a light smile, as if he had heard this question hundreds of times before, then he answered with a steady voice ...
They brought him up in seconds ... As for those who can withstand until he extinguishes his lewdness, this means that he has enough hardness to start walking in the way of fighting arts. "
He approached more, and stifled in the eyes of Ryan directly:
Kyleen: "I wanted to see ... Are you just an angry boy? Or do you have a will that keeps you standing when everything tries to make you kneel? Now, you answered me."
"What ... What is that stone? I felt as if the fire was trying to burn me from the inside, not only my body but even my soul."
Kylene smiled a light smile, as if he had heard this question hundreds of times before, then he answered in a steady voice:
It is the Stone of Will. An old tool that our sect has kept for a long time. It does not measure the strength of the body or the speed of thinking, but rather reveals whether one has a resolve that stands in front of the pain. Most of those who tried to carry him brought him up in seconds ... As for those who can withstand until he extinguishes his height, this means that he has enough hardness to start walking in the way of fighting arts. "
"Get closer, and stare in the eyes of Ryan directly.
"I wanted to see ... Are you just an angry boy? Or do you have a will that keeps you standing when everything tries to make you kneel? Now, you answered me."
Ryan was still pressing his affected palm, the pain stretch his skin, but his heart was burning with different determination. He turned to Kyleen and asked him in a faint but fixed voice:
And why do you keep your sect with such a stone? What is the purpose of such a painful test? "
Kylin stopped a little, he looked at the way in front of him, then answered in a calm voice with absolute seriousness:
"Because the pain is the first teacher in the path of fighting arts. If you cannot withstand its pain, you will not hold up in front of the real world. We are not looking for the talented ... but for those who refuse to break."
Ryan's silence, and his eyes stare on the muddy land under his feet, while his mind repeats those words: "We are not looking for the talented ... but for those who refuse to break." He felt something in harmony with his inner wound, with a sense of emptiness and revenge.
The two continued to walk, and the forest started to change its features little by little; The trees are far apart, and the fog gradually shrinks, until a hidden stone corridor appeared between the mountains. At the end of it, a small hidden oasis was exposed to the eyes of strangers.
There were modest wooden houses surrounding a wide training square, and at the outskirts of flowering trees, and in the middle of them, ancient stone columns are engraved with signs of training and swords. The place was calm, in which only the sounds of wood strokes on wood were heard, and the feet of the trainees were trained to fight.
Ryan stopped, watching the scene with amazement. This was not a majestic fortress as imagined, nor a palace befitting a strong sect, but rather a simple place that almost hides itself from the world. However, there was something in the air ... an aura of rigor and discipline that makes the air itself look heavier.
Kyleen smiled lightly as he noticed Ryan's looks:
Kyleen: "Here we have arrived ... This is the black dragon sect. It is not big or famous, but it made men and women that the world is not easily defeated."
While Ryan accommodated the scene, a woman came out of the square in the late twenties, with her long hair, with dark brown color, was bound with a high knot that gave him a practical appearance that does not hide his natural shine when light touched him. Her skin is a little pale, and a solid body that reflects the years of discipline and perseverance. Its graceful steps are balanced, each studied movement, does not waste energy, and does not show any weakness. As if she used to the life of training away from the sun, but that increased the sparkle of her sharp gray eyes, wearing a simple gray robe and carrying a wooden sword. Her steps were confident, and her eyes carried a clear and unhappy strictness. She stopped in front of Kyleen, and took a quick look at Ryan.
Lynara: "I finally returned ... and this time you didn't return alone."
Kylein smiled a small smile:
Kyleen: "This boy proved himself. His name is Ryan."
Lystar was fixed in his eyes for long seconds, then she said in a serious tone:
Lynara: "So let us see if he will stand here as he withstood you."
Ryan felt a new test awaiting him ... but this time it was not a stone burning his skin, but strict eyes that would watch every step he takes.
"We will see, but not now, as you see the boy tired first, and secondly he did not open his ironing channel, so he cannot train with you now."
"So, let him send him to one of the empty wooden houses, leave it to rest and tomorrow, so let him start training on the sense of ironing first .."
Then Kylien disappears in front of them and goes to his stronghold.
Lynara looks at Kyleen's destination with anger but surrenders, then she turns to Bran. "
Lynara pointed her hand towards a small wooden house, and she said in a strict tone, but she carries some care:
"Follow me, I will show you your place to rest a little. Tomorrow we will start your training on the sense of ironing."
Ryan's tired steps led her in the square, and the air is still heavy from the sect's strictness, until they reached a humble wooden house located at the end of the square, it seemed to be a temporary but comfortable shelter, in which a small window allows the entry of natural light, and a simple wooden table with a sleep mat.
Lynara opened the door and entered, then she put her hand on the shoulder of Ryan.
"Here you will stay tonight. Rest, do not try to understand everything at once. Everything will come gradually."
Ryan , in a soft voice
"Thank you"
Lynara , look at him and smile , your welcome"