Nameless King

"Once again! If you want to be able to stand up for yourself, you shouldn't feel sorry for yourself during training!" Osvald shouted, standing in front of a group of young men.

"Yes!" They responded in chorus and simultaneously punched forward with their fists.

Osvald was involved in the young men's training and completely forgot about time. He hadn't felt like a teacher in a long time, and he was beginning to like it again.

The young men were giving it their all. It was noon, and the sun was unusually hot and harsh, but that could not stop them. Sweat flowed down from them like a river, but they kept beating on Osvald's command.

"Again!"

"Yes!"

Whooooooosh.

The girl wanted to strike, but her hand wouldn't budge. Her legs trembled violently, and a moment later, she collapsed exhausted.

"Carla, what happened?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know. I seem to be completely exhausted." The girl mumbled and tried to get up, but instead, she fell again.

"Get some rest. You overdid it. You put too much force into the punch, and that's why you got tired faster than the others. Carla, it takes practice to learn how to strike accurately, and now you've thwarted yourself." Osvald said calmly.

"Got it."

"Okay, let's keep going!"

"Sorry." Suddenly Irma approached the group.

"Oh, it's good to see you."

"May I join you?"

"Sure, you're always welcome."

Irma nodded and got up behind her and started throwing punches with the others. Her technique was better, as well as the fire burning in her eyes.

'She has discovered a new power and hasn't fully recovered yet, yet she has already started training. Huh, good thing Wain stopped me then, this is starting to get interesting.'

The calm and measured village life went on for a few days. Wain took much longer to recover than Irma. She sustained serious wounds in multiple places, but Wain loaded his body to the limit twice in a short period.

The villagers were kind to them, and Wain ate well and plenty, causing his regeneration to speed up considerably.

'Ah, I just wanted to learn a technique, I ended up here and almost died twice already. Sometimes life can turn in a completely unexpected direction.' Wain inwardly muttered and took off his bandages.

He did a little warm-up and put on his cloak.

'All right, I can go now.'

Wain headed for the exit, but after a few steps, he stopped. He remembered that he had forgotten something important, something that had completely slipped his mind because of his recovery.

'It's time to do it, isn't it?'

He pointed his hand, and space slowly began to distort, and Wain's aura intensified. He wanted to use his new ability and see what it was capable of.

p Dimensional edges appeared in the air and turned into a dense cube, it floated in the air and looked harmless, but there was powerful pressure coming from it. There were vibrations through the air, and the wooden boards on the floor began to crack, they were breaking.

'Not bad, but it's not good enough yet.'

Wain clenched his palm in his fist, and the cube narrowed. The tension increased because of this, and several of the boards broke as well as the table next to the bed.

'Damn, I should be more careful, but...I can't help but check it out.'

Wain turned his hand palm up, and the cube became several times wider. The pressure got a little weaker, but now every part of the house was hit.

Cracking.

Wide cracks appeared on the walls, and they were growing rapidly.

'No!'

Wain canceled the skill, but it was too late.

The house's walls, along with the roof, collapsed, and the rays of the scorching sun illuminated it.

The residents looked at Wain in fright, they thought someone had attacked them, but then their faces became puzzled, they didn't understand why Wain did this.

"Wain, are you all right? Did something happen?" Osvald asked, he was coaching the young men in the yard of the house next door.

"Yeah... it's not what I was hoping for, but I guess I should be glad."

"Hmm? Are you glad you destroyed the house?"

"No, or rather I didn't mean it. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm ready, let's go."

"Huh, whatever, I can't wait to see those tunnels and the core. I'm sure it's going to be something incredible." Osvald smiled and turned to the young men.

"I'm not going to lie, I enjoyed training you, but unfortunately, this was the last training, and we probably won't see you again, and you don't really need me. Here." Osvald pointed at Irma, "This girl is your best role model. Work hard, and you will surely become much stronger and achieve your goals."

"Looks like someone got a little too carried away. Come on, I feel like I'm getting tired of this quiet life soon, and I don't want that moment to come." Wain said and headed for the exit of the village.

"Wain, wait!" Irma called out to him.

"What?" Wain turned around.

"I won't ask you to take me with you, but I have another request. I want to fight you." Irma said confidently and immediately adopted a fighting stance.

"She didn't even give you a chance to refuse. That's pretty slick." Osvald smiled.

The villagers watched this with interest. They knew that Wain was Osvald's partner, but they had not seen his strength. Then he was wounded and could hardly even walk.

"You want to fight me? Okay, attack." Wain spread his arms out to the sides, opening and setting himself up for the blow.

Irma frowned.

"Don't you dare underestimate me!" She lunged forward and was instantly in front of Wain.

Irma clenched her hand into a fist and struck at full force. Her punch was powerful enough to tear the fabric on her arm.

"Are you satisfied?" Wain asked.

"What...?" Irma looked at Wain in disbelief; he didn't even flinch, even though it was her hardest punch yet.