The jungle air was thick with humidity as the sun peeked through the high canopy, its golden light bouncing off dew-covered leaves. Aamir stood shirtless, sweat dripping down his brow, fists clenched as he faced Vyuk in a clearing. The ground beneath them was scarred with dents, cracked rocks, and signs of intense training.
"Come on, kid," Vyuk smirked, cracking his knuckles. "That raw strength of yours… it's not normal. This Adrenaline Energy—are you even sure you're human?"
Aamir wiped sweat from his face with the back of his arm and exhaled hard. "You've seen it yourself. My strength isn't borrowed. It's mine. Adrenaline Energy boosts my power during battle, makes me faster, sharper. And the more I use it… the more it changes me."
Vyuk raised a brow. "Changes you?"
"It strengthens my body permanently," Aamir said with a confident grin. "I don't just get stronger in battle—I stay stronger after every fight. I can break a small building with a punch now."
