Chapter 3

Enzo sits next to the altar and starts speaking to his master

"Hey master, I know it's been awhile since I've come and talked to you. I promise you I'm doing fine. I'm keeping up the training like you told me to. I still haven't used the money you left me."

As he speaks to his master, a tear rolls down his face. He clenches his fist and wonders why his master had to die.

"Hey master, I'm sorry for letting you die in the forest. I was weak back then, I didn't know any better. You treated me like your child. You took care of me and trained me to become the strongest in the world. I promise you, that one day….. One day I will stand on top of the world. I promise you that I will show the world the results of my training."

It is almost midnight now, Enzo decides to clean up and get ready to go back home tomorrow. He doesn't have much clothes, and most of them are ripped and dirty.

"Tsk, seems like I need to get more clothes when I get back home."

He decides to not pack anything and leave his clothes in the house.

"Well, since it's my last time here, I might as well take my last bath. But the creek is cold."

He shutters at the thought of cold water touching his skin. Contemplating on whether he should or not, he decides to just suck it up and take a bath. He makes his way towards the creek in the middle of the night. The moon beams down towards the mountain, lighting up the way to the creek. It is silent, the only sound heard is the footsteps of Enzo. The forest comes alive as a slight breeze travels through the forest. The rustling of the leaves, mesmerizes Enzo as he finally makes it to the creek. Finally, He undresses and dives into the chilling water. It wakes him up, the immediate jolt he feels as he jumps in, pumps adrenaline throughout his body. He comes up for air, and makes his way to the shallow part of the creek. He leans on the side of a massive boulder and closes his eyes. Reminiscing about his fallen master.