They sat on the ground, which was spread with a silky woolen carpet, placing the Ethereal Turtle Shell between them. Uncle Ibrahim sat telling Sami everything he knew about the Ryshen specializations.
The talk was long, but for Sami, it was a clear explanation that gave him a broad view of the potential of this energy. This made his narrow perspective fade away, replaced by one of amazement and anticipation.
"Now I'll show you how it's done!"
With a deft hand,Uncle Ibrahim drew a light knife from his pocket. He extended his index finger towards the shell, lifting it slightly above it.
Drip... drip!
Then, quickly, he drew the knife and cut his index finger, letting drops of blood drip onto its surface. The moment Sami witnessed what he had done, his features twitched for a moment before returning to normal.
Uncle Ibrahim, unconcerned about his finger from which a thin line of blood flowed, enveloped his right hand with Ryshen and sent a stream of aura, covering the Ethereal Turtle Shell.
The aura, which poured out like a raging water current, completely drowned the shell. Moreover, the drops of blood on its surface began to react and glow.
Under their gaze, the blood began to shrink and expand, transforming itself into a thin line. It began to move in a semi-circular motion, finally settling into a spiral shape.
"And thus the Ryshen user's specialization is revealed!"
In an explanatory tone,Uncle Ibrahim exclaimed, addressing Sami after the spiral blood pattern had formed on the shell's surface.
Sami, who had watched the experiment with astonished eyes, moved his lips, asking his uncle about what had appeared on the shell: "What does this symbol represent??"
Pointing at the blood symbol, he looked at his uncle with insistent, eager eyes, wanting to obtain their answer.
"This symbol appears for Ryshen users of the Emitter type."
In a soft but clear voice,Uncle Ibrahim answered his question.
Following this answer, Sami fell silent for a moment and stared at the shell, from which the blood symbol began to fade after a specific period of time.
'I wonder what type of symbol will appear for me!?'
His gaze didn't budge from the Ethereal Shell,as he began to think deeply about the type of specialization he would possess. He was immersed in very long thought, as if he had detached his consciousness from the outside world.
But this mental wandering didn't last long, as the sound of Uncle Ibrahim's voice reached his ears and pulled him out of it. The latter was extending the hand holding the knife to him, smiling as he addressed him: "And now, it's your turn."
With a faint smile, Sami moved his fingers, taking the knife from his hand. With a focused gaze, he stared silently at the shell, before likewise raising his index finger and bringing it close to the surface of the turtle shell.
And without the slightest hesitation, he moved the blade deftly, scratching the skin of his index finger, revealing a line of blood that flowed in the form of drops, pouring down forcefully and colliding with the surface of the tool.
Under Uncle Ibrahim's watchful eyes, Sami showed no feeling of pain and didn't even pay attention to the wound. He simply enveloped his hand with the energy and sent a stream of Ryshen, covering the artifact.
The blood began to glow and expand on the surface of the artifact, due to its interaction with the cocoon of Ryshen that he had carefully wrapped around it, thus forming a symbol of a blood entity, distinguished by its towering horns and its massive, tough skull.
"What a surprise!"
In a loud voice carrying astonishment,Uncle Ibrahim exclaimed after seeing the unexpected result.
On the Ethereal Shell, a blood symbol of a great bull's face was imprinted. It seemed as if it was staring at the two of them with a gaze reflecting its harsh and sharp nature. Its look was only fitting for an angry beast on the verge of rampage.
Sami, who had remained silent for a long time watching this experiment that had concluded with its result, finally decided to break his silence and muttered in a surprised tone: "A bull?"
His dark eyes were fixed with intense concentration on the crimson bull symbol, refusing to look away from it. Then, at that moment, Sami finally remembered the type of specialization this one indicated.
"Enhancer!"
And at the same moment when Sami was still engrossed in staring,Uncle Ibrahim's voice rang out, informing him of his specialization, then he added clearly: "You are a Ryshen user of the Enhancer type."
After that, he straightened up slowly from his place and tilted his face towards the window, which was partially open, letting the sun's rays cast their threads on the furnishings.
Its light at that moment began, as if, to lose its brilliance bit by bit, indicating that sunset was inevitably approaching. This prompted him to turn his face back towards the boy and address him calmly: "It seems time has grown late. Let us resume our training tomorrow."
Sami, listening to his uncle's request, did not dare to oppose him. He merely remained silent and nodded his head in agreement.
Then he shifted his gaze, looking towards the artifact, from which the symbol of the raging bull was slowly fading. Sami whispered to himself in a soft voice as he straightened up to leave the room: "Enhancer..."
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Early in the morning, where the warm sun cast its light on the carpet of emerald grass, making it glow like scattered crystal sprouts.
Near one of the ancient trees, Sami stood a few steps away from it, his body brimming with an aura of Ryshen. He was looking intently towards it as he sent his energy-saturated punches forward.
Causing the sounds of his powerful punches to leave prominent marks on the level of the tree trunk, which continued to shake violently along with its branches that swayed, and its leaves that fell one after another.
The gusts of wind that passed by him only carried the falling leaves and threw them away from him. A few ripples also passed, resulting in the swaying of both his clothes and strands of his hair.
While he remained focused on aiming his punches at a specific point, where he rained down Ryshen-saturated blows upon it, until some slight cracks began to appear at its level.
'Create a unique ability!'
Sami,who was immersed in what he was doing, began to remember the conversation between him and his uncle yesterday regarding Ryshen specializations.
He stopped one of his punches that seemed a few inches away from the half-shattered trunk, where an external hole had appeared on the level of the tree bark. Sami whispered to himself softly: "What kind of activity will I turn into an ability?!"
He stood staring at the slight hole, remembering his previous conversation with his uncle.
For according to what Uncle Ibrahim had said, every user of a specific specialization among the Ryshen specializations, who wants to create his own ability, needs to adapt to an element, or a weapon, or even a specific material…
For example, a Ryshen user of the Materialization type needs to train with the form of a specific weapon, be it an axe, a sword, or otherwise, so that he can eventually form a pure weapon from the energy of life.
The same goes for a Ryshen user of the Transmutation type; he works on converting the Ryshen around him into a substance or element, and here comes his role in making his master adapt to the type of element.
If he wanted, for example, to convert Ryshen into electrical energy, he would need to make his body capable of adapting to the lightning bolts he would be exposed to.
As for the Enhancers, these need to train their bodies with Ryshen, making them into beast-like bodies characterized by terrifying toughness and fists of devastating force.
As an Enhancer, attempting to transform your fragile body into a non-human body, possessing a beastly toughness akin to steel, and making your fists capable of crushing rocks, is no easy task.
You need to subject your body to hellish training, manifested in experiencing an unbearable feeling of pain, crushing your bones and rebuilding them anew. Every second you need to continue this infernal exercise.
Until you can eventually refine your bones and make them solid to a degree that is difficult to break. And this is precisely what Sami is seeking to do. Therefore, he looked back at the trunk and sent a powerful punch towards it, causing a slight crack at its level.
"It seems I'm in for a tough time!"
He whispered to himself in a heavy tone as he sent his punches,which created huge fissures on the level of the trunk, threatening to shatter and collapse at any moment.
The violent vibrations emanating from his fists had left several leaves fallen on the ground. Waves of wind swept over them and carried them away.
Away from Sami, who was engrossed in his training, and near one of the ancient trees with long, branching branches covered in their bright green leaves, which created a cool shadow cast beneath it, giving the uncle a refreshing carpet to rest on.
But it wasn't the right time for him to enjoy the pleasure of nature, for one could observe his harsh and serious features strongly present on his face, as he was roaring loudly and noisily: "Don't punch recklessly!... What is this chaotic aura?!"
"Make your aura balanced and stable so you can cause the maximum amount of damage possible!"
His noisy shouting,which was mixed with a tone of severity and seriousness, was advice he was directing to Sami.
The nature of his delivery of these tips in this manner seemed contradictory and closer to harsh scolding rather than advice. If a man passed by here, he would think a father was reprimanding his son.
Despite his loud and harsh voice, Sami was not annoyed and continued to listen to his instructions, as he began trying to transform those raging white flames into calm and balanced ripples.
"I'm trying!... I'm trying!"
Sami,who was having difficulty reducing the agitation of the Ryshen aura enveloping his fists, began to exclaim loudly in response to his uncle, as he continued punching the tree trunk, whose bark seemed to be gradually falling off.
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Passing through the market atmosphere, which seemed relatively quiet, with the warm rays of the sun casting their light upon it, accompanied by the smell of spices and fresh fish that wafted from the nearby stalls and shops.
Near one of the shops, next to which were lined boxes coated inside with ice granules, upon which various kinds of fish were placed, was none other than Hajj Khaled's shop.
The latter was sitting, as usual, observing the market atmosphere which had begun to quieten down somewhat, listening to the sounds of seagulls squawking as they circled high above, watching the market grounds filled with scattered fish remnants.
Some of them preferred to remain hovering in the sky and squawking their annoying cries, and some of them decided to change their stance and descend to obtain free food.
Sitting on his worn-out chair, Hajj Khaled began silently observing the stalls, shops, and even the movement of departing customers around him.
Engrossed in observation with his faded black eyes, he didn't focus on one of the seagulls that landed gently and began sneaking towards one of the boxes, where it opened its long orange beak and prepared to snatch one of the fish stealthily.
Throw!
And just as it was about to snatch it, a simple small piece of pebble hit the right side of its face, making it scream in pain and shift a few centimeters away from the box.
Squawk!!
Emitting its squawk that indicated its annoyance at what had just happened to it, we see Hajj Khaled fixing his eyes on it with features mixing annoyance and sullenness. The latter moved his lips and addressed the bird angrily: "Get lost, you nuisance!"
Holding in his right hand a pebble the size of a fingertip, he addressed it in a threatening tone: "Get lost, or I'll poke one of your eyes out!"
Squawk
Emitting its annoying squawk, this one spread its wings and flew high into the sky, leaving tiny tufts of feathers falling slowly to the ground.
Calmly, Hajj Khaled leaned back on his chair again and resumed staring silently at the market. The market, where half of its workers had begun closing their stalls and shops, returning to their homes.
"I wonder! How are you, Sami?"
With a slight smile filled with puzzlement,he slowly raised his face towards the sky, where the sun was gently drifting towards the western horizon, painting the sky with golden and red hues that harmonized with his profound silence.