First Arc: Kendua Island
*Chapter 1: Kindiwa Island*
Above the clear blue sky, adorned with white, silky clouds floating gently, like a masterpiece painted by a skilled artist, flocks of seagulls approached, swimming effortlessly in the vast sky, their cries harmonizing with the roar of the waves. The waves crashed strongly against the solid rocks near the shore of Kindiwa Island, near the port where several ships and boats were anchored, loaded with various goods such as spices, fabrics, and more. Among them were fishermen who had settled at the port, their faces beaming with joy as they carried their wooden boxes filled with fish. Without delay, they carried their gear and took their first steps towards one of the famous markets of Kindiwa Island.
The market was known for its wide area, with several stalls and systematic shops selling everything imaginable. The air was filled with the aroma of spices and fresh fish. The market atmosphere was known for its congestion, with crowds pushing and shoving to get their hands on the goods. The sounds of buyers' shouts and sellers' loud arguments created a cacophony that added to the market's ambiance. Amidst the chaos, a fish seller, an elderly man with gray hair covered by a red traditional hat, sat on a worn-out wooden chair, watching the lively market scene with interest.
"Hello, sir!" a customer greeted, pointing at the fish. "How much is one kilo?"
The old man, Hajj Khalid, smiled faintly and replied, "Seven riyals."
"Then, two kilos of fish, please," the customer said, smiling.
Hajj Khalid handed over the fish, and the customer paid with a handful of banknotes. As the customer walked away, Hajj Khalid watched him go, lost in thought.
"Good evening, Mr. Khalid!" another voice called out.
Hajj Khalid turned to see a dark-skinned man with black hair, looking at him with calm features. "Good evening, Mr. Mohsen," he replied.
The two men chatted, discussing the market and their work. Mr. Mohsen asked about Sami, a young man who usually worked with Hajj Khalid. Hajj Khalid replied that Sami had some work to attend to.
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In a different part of the island, away from the bustling market, a young man, Sami, was performing push-ups in a field of green grass. He was about seventeen years old, with brown hair and dark eyes. As he finished his exercise, he stood up, wiping the sweat from his face. He looked satisfied with his physique, which showed signs of hard work and training.
Sami then focused on a tree and raised his right hand, which began to glow with a white, transparent light. With a swift motion, he punched the tree, creating a hole. He smiled, feeling proud of his progress.
"I wonder what Uncle Saeed will say when he sees my progress," Sami thought, looking forward to showing his skills to his uncle.
Sami then continued his training, determined to improve his abilities. He punched the tree again, this time with more power and precision.
"I'll make sure to make you proud, Uncle," he said, his eyes shining with determination.
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