Just Another Unforgettable Day

"No! Impossible! My little brother was here just a moment ago! How is this possible?" the chief murmured, his words echoing the shock and denial that consumed him. His heart ached with loss, with the idea that his childhood confidant, the brother he had sworn to protect for life, was now silent and still on the ground.

Luiz, his trusted friend since their early youth, looked at the chief with eyes filled with compassion. He knew that the tracker was not just an ally but a piece of the chief's heart. "Chief, I understand the pain you're feeling, but we need to go now," said Luiz, his voice filled with empathy and sadness.

The chief, with teary eyes, his emotions oscillating between anger, sadness, and determination. He recalled the childhood days when the two brothers played under the sun, when life was simple and full of promise.

However, with a determined and resolute look, the chief decided to avenge his brother, even if it meant putting all his comrades at risk, drawing unnecessary attention to the location. He understood that his impetuous actions could bring unimaginable dangers from the local lord.

"Lie on the ground!" the chief ordered, his voice filled with authority and contained anger.

"Damn it! Not again!" Luiz protested, knowing that the chief was about to unleash an incomprehensible power.

The chief unsheathed his blue-tinged sword again, the blade shimmering with an ethereal light. With a fluid motion, he spun his blade in a swift 360-degree cut, releasing an extensive blue aura toward the surrounding trees.

After a few seconds, the impact of the blow was felt. Countless trees fell, one after the other, like pieces of a giant domino set toppling. The deafening roar of breaking trunks and shattering branches filled the air as the once-vibrant and tranquil forest now appeared to be the victim of a tank battlefield.

The blue aura shone intensely, reflecting in the chief's determined eyes. He knew that the sacrifice of nature was a small price to pay, but there was no room for hesitation in his quest for vengeance. The forest, once a lush sanctuary, was now transformed into a grim testament of destruction.

Johnny let out a shuddering sigh, his body still trembling from the close call of the attack. He knew that a direct hit from that attack would be instant death, a fate he had barely escaped. His eyes narrowed with determination as he prepared to face the next challenge, aware that every move now could be his last. Adrenaline surged through his veins, driving him to continue despite the fear threatening to take over. He took a deep breath, his mind focusing, ready to use his abilities to the fullest and fight for his place in the battle.

"And the fourth and final point," thought Johnny, his mind working at high speed as he watched the trajectory of the stone. "I can determine the trajectory and even accelerate the object I throw, but it depends on mass. The greater the mass, the lower the speed. It seems there's a constant of kinetic energy in the throws. And the better the object's aerodynamics, the higher the speed."

The boss, instinctively alert to the imminent danger, felt something approaching at high speed, something so fast that it was not visible to the naked eye. His years of experience and sharpened battle instincts kicked in. In a fluid and precise motion, he placed his sword in a specific spot, blocking a small stone flying towards him. The impact was instant, the sound of metal against stone echoing through the clearing as sparks flew through the air.

A loud crack echoed through the area as the stone was hurled toward the chief. However, before it could strike him, a sharp blade appeared in its path, deflecting it with impressive dexterity.

The chief took a deep breath, a mixture of relief and admiration shining in his eyes. He knew he was facing a formidable adversary. However, this only served to further inflame his determination. He was willing to confront all the challenges that came his way, ready to avenge his fallen brother. With a resolute gaze, he prepared for the next move, ready to respond with the same ferocity and skill that was being directed against him.

The sequence of events unfolded at incredible speed. Following the initial attack, a rapid succession of dozens of projectiles was launched, seeming to fill the air with danger.

Nevertheless, the chief demonstrated a remarkable ability to keep pace with the speed of the small stones flying toward him. With swift and precise cuts, he sliced through each of these projectiles in the air, as if conducting a deadly dance worthy of a master swordsman.