3.

Sett woke up to the sound of his mother, Mira, humming a tune as she prepared breakfast. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched, feeling the cool breeze from the open windows. He made his way to the kitchen, where Mira was already cooking up a storm.

"Good morning, Mom," Sett greeted her with a smile.

"Good morning, my dear boy," Mira replied, her tone warm and loving. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a rock," Sett replied, chuckling. "What's for breakfast?"

"I made your favorite oatmeal with a dash of honey," Mira said, spooning a generous serving into a bowl for Sett. "I added some nuts and fruits for extra nutrients."

Sett sat at the table and began eating, savoring the sweet and nutty flavor of the oatmeal. Mira sat across from him, watching him eat with a smile on her face.

After a few minutes, Sett was already up and about, performing his daily calisthenics routine on the front porch. His mother, a proud mink of the Rakoon race, watched him from the doorway with a mixture of pride and worry.

"Sett, my son, I wish you would not waste your time on this training," she said as she walked out to join him. "You know how I feel about fighting."

Sett stopped his exercises and looked at her with a determined expression. "I know, mother. But I must be prepared for anything that may come our way. You know I cannot rely on anyone else for protection."

His mother sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know, my son. But promise me you will not seek out and figth in the figth arenas. There are other ways to prepare without putting yourself in harm's way."

Sett turned to look at her, his eyes softening at his mother's worried expression. He nodded, "I promise, Ma. I'm just training so I can protect us."

His mother sighed in relief and pulled him into a tight embrace, "I know, my son. I worry about you. Your father left us, and I don't want to lose you too."

Sett hugged her back, feeling a surge of love and protection toward his mother.

"I'm not looking for fights, but I've learned that they always seem to find me. I want to be ready for them when they do."

With that, Sett began training, pushing himself to the limit as he honed his strength and agility. Meanwhile, his mother busied herself with the day's tasks, tending to the small garden she had cultivated. Her love for Sett was evident in everything she did. They both hated his father for leaving them. Still, she was always optimistic and full of life, a stark contrast to Sett's more serious demeanor.

She was a hard worker, always finding ways to make their life on the island a little easier. She made it look effortless, but Sett knew the truth. She was physically and emotionally exhausted from trying to provide for them on her own.

Despite her exhaustion, she never once complained. She smiled and sang as she went about her day, always putting on a brave face for her son. Sett admired her strength and was determined to become stronger, not only to find his father but to protect his mother and provide for her in a way she never had to struggle again.

As she worked, she thought about her husband, who she too hated for leaving them. She didn't understand why he would abandon their son and her, but she pushed those thoughts aside. Her son needed her, and she was determined to give him the life she always wanted for him.

Sett's daily training continued, and he soon found that his progress was not without obstacles. Despite his best efforts, he struggled to improve his techniques and maintain focus. After all, he has no one to advise him on how to hone his skills and further develop his body strength.

As he practiced his punches on a tree trunk, he noticed that he had been pushing himself too hard, and his body began rebelling against him. Sett took a break, sitting down against the trunk and massaging his aching fists.

As he sat there, his thoughts strayed to his missing father. He couldn't help but feel a sense of abandonment and anger toward the man who had left him and his mother. He had so many questions and no answers. Where had his father gone? Why had he left them? Sett's mind was a jumbled mess of emotions and frustration.

Despite these distractions, Sett refused to give up on his training. He pushed himself even harder, determined to become stronger and more skilled. He practiced until his body was exhausted, and then he practiced some more. His training was grueling, but he was driven to find his father and protect his mother.

Sett's training was not without its rewards, however. As he continued to hone his skills, he began to feel a sense of confidence and control. He was no longer the weak, vulnerable boy he once was. He was becoming a strong young man who could easily defeat his peers and, more often than not, many adults. He slowly became capable of protecting those he loved.

Sett continued to push himself, day in and day out. He was no longer just training his body but also his mind and spirit. He was becoming the warrior he was meant to be, and he would stop at nothing to find his father and protect his loved ones.

Over time, his body became more and more muscular. He no longer looks like a kid but has begun to look like a man. His hands became solid and callused, his chest broad, and his lower body unshakable.

As Sett continued to train and grow, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and purpose.

But he didn't become overconfident and still remembers his promise to his mother. He tried to avoid fighting, but there were times when he had to close his fists, and afterward, he learned how scary his mother was first-handed. He still gets chills, remembering the beating that he received.