Week 15: Would you spare your enemy? Part 1

At Korin Tower.

Korin: "Do it one more time. Turn off your sensing ability, empty your mind and trust your instinct. Keep the blindfolded on and try to evade the attack."

No reply was heard. The situation became so quiet and peaceful.

Azim was standing inside a circle, completely in relax condition. What surrounded him were shadow ninjas with their weapons unsheathed.

Suddenly, Azim tilted his head to left and took one step backwards. His face was serious.

Even though his moves were so cool. But, no one moved yet. His shadows didn't initiate any attack yet.

**Cricket sound** **Awkward silent**

Azim knew he just embarrassed himself.

"Ehem.. Well, I just do warm-up. Hahaha (awkward laugh)... Ok, let's do it again." He said while covering his face.

Korin: **Facepalm** "Redo it until you finally able to do it properly."

The training went on not so smooth for Azim's part. But, he still enjoyed the training.

Azim frequently had a chat with Wis when he is alone. To him, Wis is his best friend. He frequent made wishes about have a nice voice, music mastery, football mastery, cooking mastery and other interesting skills. Wis sometime advice Azim to use the wish for Martial art mastery ability. But, to no avail, Azim still stubborn to face things in his way.

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Three days later.

Korin: *Sigh* "It seems you are not ready yet for this stage. To have good instinct, you need to do things again and again till they are imbedded to your very soul. Not to mention your muscle are all stiff and your movements are out of the place."

Yajirobe: "Your movements are better than mine. But you have too many openings and easy to read, you need to thank your speed and sense because they are saving your as* since day 1. I advise you to find your own flow first and minimize your movement before you continue with this training. You are too raw."

Azim listened to them and try hard to brainstorm for ideas to improve his movement.

'Hey, Wis. You're smart, right? Can you help me?'

Wis: 'Wis can only help Azim if Azim uses the wish. Maybe the problem with Azim's brain is more urgent than Azim's body.'

'Hey, don't say it like that. My brain is completely fine. I failed my exams because the school focused more on theory. I can't comprehend things if I can't see it or do it myself. If there are more practical classes, I will ace all of the tests. Making you (Wish System in chapter 1) was more fun than sitting and memorizing the whole book.'

Wis: '...'

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{Night}

{Azim POV}

I was in my carriage on my way to the Note City. I played Mobile Legend to kill time.

<<DEFEAT>>

"Aghh.. Why! I am just a support. I don't want to play anymore. Hey, can you do your job properly, I'm sweating here. Don't you see? ..... Hmm, looks like we have company.. 25 bad boys huh? Interesting. Stop the carriage."

[Illusion]

{Third POV}

The Dropping Stone gang was a a small bandit group operates in the Valley of Goa. They were famous for their merciless killing.

Bandit#1: "Boss, we got the signal from the tower."

Boss: "What's signal?"

Bandit#1: The carriagge signal."

Boss: "How many?"

Bandit#1: Only 1 carriage. No bodyguard spotted."

Boss: Don't leave anything behind."

Bandit#1: "Roger that."

The third squad was sent to execute the order. 25 bandits were on their mark waiting for the carriage to pass by.

They saw a white carriage and 1 member acted up to stop the 'treasure'.

Bandit#2: "STOP! Get out if you want to live!"

An old man around 70 years old age came out of the carriage.

Old man: "Yes young man. How can I help y.." SWOOSH!!

The old man's head chopped off by the bandit and fell on the ground. Without batting an eye to the headless body, he went inside the carriage and a fierce kick landed on his head and it went PLOP!! The bandit's lifeless body alarmed the others and seconds later the carriage was surrounded by the frenzied 'killers'.

Bandit#1: "Wait for my instructions, boys. Whoever inside, come outside before we razed down your little cart!"

Silence filled the area before the bandits heard the baby crying. A smile was carved on all bandits' face, but unbeknownst to them, that was their last smile.

Before the leader can open his mouth, a muscular man around age 30 years old emerged from the carriage.

Bandit#1: "Surrender yourself or we will kill your baby. Don't worry, we will make sure your baby safe."

Man: "Worry your life first, my friend."

The man charged to the Bandit#1 at full speed and thrown a heavy punch to his face blowing it off to pieces and run havoc for some times until the man started to worn out.