Walls, Limit broken

Two years had passed since Seraphina devoted herself to rigorous training, dedicating her days from sunrise to sunset to the Silat Spear style. However, despite her unwavering efforts, she could only master the first form. The weight of her perceived failure burdened her as she walked toward Erza, one of Black's former disciples, who had called out to her.

Erza's voice pierced through the air, filled with scorn and disappointment. "Seraphina, why are you still here? Can't you see that our master's time and training efforts are wasted on you? What purpose do you serve? Your constant tears and frustration over your inability to learn are pitiful. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? I can't bear to look at you any longer. Leave!"

Hearing Erza's harsh words, Seraphina's heart sank, and tears streamed down her face as she fled to the mountains, consumed by self-doubt and anguish.

Black, sensing Seraphina's distress, sought her out in the mountains. As he approached her, Seraphina noticed his presence and immediately expressed her remorse for burdening him.

With a calm and reassuring voice, Black spoke to Seraphina. "There is no need to apologize, Seraphina. Your progress is commendable, and mastering even one form is an accomplishment worth celebrating."

Seraphina's voice quivered with her response. "But, Master, the Silat Spear style consists of nine forms, and I can only perform the first one. I despise myself for my weakness and how I pale in comparison to others."

Black's hand gently rested on Seraphina's shoulder, emanating warmth and reassurance. "Seraphina, believe in yourself. Do not measure your worth by comparing yourself to others. Every step forward on your journey is significant. Instead of dwelling on what you cannot do, focus on perfecting what you can. Your potential lies within you, waiting to be fully realized. Never surrender, no matter the challenges you face. Forge yourself into a spear of unwavering resolve, and become the epitome of resilience."

Seraphina wiped away her tears, determination flickering in her eyes. "Thank you, Master. I will not allow this setback to define me. I will continue to train diligently and strive for improvement, even if it means perfecting a single form. I will become the strongest warrior I can be."

With Black's guidance and unwavering belief, Seraphina found solace within herself. She resolved to persevere, embracing her unique path and vowing to prove her worth. Though the road ahead might be arduous, Seraphina knew that her potential was boundless, and she would not let self-doubt hinder her progress. With renewed determination, she set forth on her journey, ready to unleash the power that lay dormant within her and become a resilient warrior.

As Seraphina embarked on her renewed journey, the mountains became her sanctuary, a place where she could immerse herself in relentless training. From morning till sunset, she practiced the first form of the Silat Spear style, pouring her heart and soul into each movement. Every strike, every step, was a testament to her unwavering dedication.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, Seraphina's perseverance knew no bounds. She refined her technique, honed her focus, and gradually began to unlock the intricacies of the first form. With each passing day, her movements grew more fluid, her strikes more precise. She immersed herself in the rhythm of combat, embodying the spirit of the Silat Spear style.

Black, observing Seraphina's progress from afar, saw the transformation taking place within her. He witnessed the fire in her eyes, the determination etched on her face. And he knew that she had tapped into a wellspring of inner strength.

One day, as Seraphina flawlessly executed the first form, Black appeared before her. His voice carried a sense of pride and satisfaction. "Seraphina, your dedication and perseverance have yielded remarkable results. Your mastery of the first form is a testament to your unwavering spirit. You have embraced the essence of the Silat Spear style and have become a formidable warrior."

Seraphina's eyes shimmered with a mixture of joy and gratitude. "Master, your guidance and belief in me have been my guiding light. I could not have come this far without your wisdom and encouragement."

Black smiled, his gaze filled with pride. "Remember, Seraphina, the journey of a warrior is not measured solely by the number of forms mastered but by the growth and resilience attained along the way. Your progress is a testament to your indomitable spirit, and I have no doubt that you will continue to surpass your own limitations."

With renewed determination, Seraphina understood that her journey was far from over. She had learned that true strength did not lie solely in the number of forms mastered, but in the unwavering will to overcome obstacles and push beyond perceived limits. Armed with this newfound understanding, she set her sights higher, ready to conquer the remaining forms of the Silat Spear style.

Together with Black's guidance, Seraphina delved deeper into her training, embracing the challenges that lay ahead. She vowed to forge herself into a warrior of unparalleled resilience, embodying the true spirit of the Silat Spear style.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Seraphina continued her relentless pursuit of mastery. The mountains echoed with the sound of her strikes, each one resonating with the unwavering resolve that burned within her. She knew that with each passing day, she was one step closer to becoming the warrior she aspired to be.