Do you still have what it takes?

Sun stood amidst his friends, his eyes tightly shut.

They possessed an extraordinary gift - the ability to effortlessly transform vivid images of their beast form.

Their minds conjured up their forms, allowing them to seamlessly morph into the transformation form. But for sun, it was an entirely different tale.

With every passing moment, he strained to envision the transformation, to feel the surge of the form that his companions effortlessly experienced.

But his mind remained an empty canvas, devoid of the vibrant imagery that flooded their thoughts. Frustration gnawed at his heart as hours slipped away like fleeting shadows.

The weight of his inadequacy bore down upon him, an invisible burden that threatened to crush his spirit.

Sun voice, laced with anguish, escaped his throat in a primal howl. It was a cry born from the depths of his being, a desperate plea for his elusive transformation to materialize.

Yet, despite his anguish, the silence persisted. The absence of visual representation mirrored the void within his soul.

His mind's eye strained against the darkness, searching for even the faintest glimmer of his desired form, but found only an abyss that echoed with his own longing.

A turbulent storm raged within sun, a tempest of frustration, self-doubt, and a profound sense of isolation.

He yearned to join his friends in their magical beast form, to experience the power that the form gives which had become an innate part of their existence.

But the invisible chains that bound him to his mortal self grew stronger with each passing moment.

As sun scream echoed into the abyss, it carried within it a multitude of emotions - the anguish of unfulfilled dreams, the frustration of untapped potential, and the relentless yearning for power.

Night had settled upon the world, casting a shroud of darkness over the scene.

Around a makeshift campfire, Sun sat with his friends, their faces partially illuminated by the warm glow of the flames.

But there was a heaviness in the air, an unspoken sadness that weighed upon Sun's heart.

His downturned gaze spoke volumes, revealing a soul burdened by disappointment.

Aware of their friend's despondency, the companions exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the shared concern etched upon their faces.

With tender gestures, they offered portions of their own food to Sun, a symbolic act of nourishment and solace.

Words escaped their lips like whispers carried on the wind, gentle inquiries and soft reassurances that sought to mend the fractures in Sun's spirit.

As the night embraced them in its velvety embrace, the ambiance grew hushed, save for the crackling of embers and the distant rustling of leaves.

The conversation flowed with an undercurrent of empathy and understanding, carefully chosen words woven with threads of compassion and encouragement.

Their voices, gentle and low, sought to uplift Sun from the depths of his despair, to remind him that he was not alone in his struggle.

Yet, even amidst their unwavering support, Sun remained absorbed in his thoughts. His gaze remained fixed upon the ground, his demeanor tinged with a profound sense of self-doubt.

His friends yearned to reach out and heal the wounds that marred his spirit, to banish the shadows that clouded his heart. But sometimes, the pain that lay within could not be easily dispelled by mere words or gestures.

Then, a moment of respite shattered the somber atmosphere. The teacher's voice pierced the night, calling out Sun's name.

The weight of the summons hung heavily in the air, adding an additional layer of uncertainty to Sun's already burdened soul.

Reluctantly, he rose from his seat, his steps carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders as he made his way toward the teacher.

The crackling fire at the teacher's secluded camp illuminated the night, casting dancing shadows that flickered across the forest floor.

Sun stood before his teacher, a mixture of curiosity and confusion etched upon his face. The teacher, maintaining a slight distance from his students, met Sun's gaze with a knowing look.

"Sun, I believe I have discovered the mystery behind your inability to transform," the teacher began, his voice carrying a weight of revelation.

Sun's eyes widened, his breath catching in anticipation.

Perplexed, Sun questioned, "What do you mean, teacher? Why am I different?"

A solemn pause hung in the air, as if the forest itself held its breath. The teacher's words emerged, laden with a profound revelation.

"You were not born in the same manner as the others, Sun. Your origin lies within a stone."

Sun's mind whirled with a mix of astonishment and disbelief. Born from a stone? The concept seemed unfathomable, yet a deep resonance stirred within him, an unspoken truth seeking recognition.

Leaning closer, the teacher continued, his voice a tender whisper that carried the weight of ancient wisdom.

"You see, Sun, we monkeys possess two innate powers. These abilities have been bestowed upon us through the passage of countless generations, spanning thousands of years."

Sun's eyes widened, his heart pounding within his chest.

He listened intently, as if his very existence hung upon the revelations that spilled forth from his teacher's lips.

"These powers," the teacher explained,

"are imprinted upon our souls, passed down through generations like an unbroken thread connecting us to our ancestors. They flow within us, shaping our transformations and guiding our paths."

A sense of wonder enveloped Sun as he absorbed the weight of his unique heritage.

The flickering flames seemed to mirror the swirling emotions within him, dancing with the secrets of his origins.

"But you, Sun," the teacher's voice carried a gentle warmth,

"your genesis lies beyond the realm of conventional birth. Your soul was infused within a stone, a vessel of remarkable power and potential. It is from this stone that you were born, your destiny interwoven with the very fabric of our shared history."

Sun's head bobbed in silent acknowledgment as the teacher's words settled within him, stirring a flicker of curiosity.

But before he could respond, the teacher's voice took on a tone of mild exasperation.

"Wait, don't tell me that you haven't delved deep into our history?" The teacher's eyes widened in disbelief, searching Sun's face for any hint of familiarity.

Sun's voice held a tinge of remorse as he admitted, "I... I only know fragments, scattered tales passed down by word of mouth."

A sense of inadequacy gnawed at him, knowing that he possessed but a mere fraction of the wisdom that lay hidden within their shared heritage.

A gasp escaped the teacher's lips, his astonishment mingling with a touch of disappointment.

"Oh my god," he muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on Sun's face.

It was as if the weight of their collective legacy bore down upon them, urging Sun to bridge the chasm of knowledge that separated him from his ancestors.

With a determined resolve, the teacher gathered himself, realizing the importance of enlightening his young student.

"Alright, Sun, listen closely. Our history is intertwined with the arrival of the dungeons, an event that transpired thousands of years ago. It bestowed powers not only upon the monkeys but also upon the dragons and various other beastly creatures."

Sun's contemplative silence lingered, his eyes locked upon the dying embers of the fire.

The flames flickered in a desperate dance, teetering on the brink of oblivion, mirroring the delicate balance between Sun's doubts and his untapped potential.

The teacher's words hung in the air, laden with both challenge and a hint of concern.

"Sun, do you still possess the conviction to strive for greatness, to become the strongest among us?" The question echoed through the stillness of the night, leaving Sun to grapple with the weight of his aspirations.