Muzi woke to the dawn's harsh light. The sun was a bruised red, casting long shadows across the broken earth of the stash house. His body ached in places he hadn't known existed. Every bruise, every cut, every scrape was a reminder that his survival meant more than just strength—it meant learning.
As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Manana's voice echoed through his thoughts.
"You think this is a game, boy? Get up. You have a meeting with your ancestors today."
Muzi's stomach tightened. Training with Jobe had been brutal. But now, he was about to face something entirely different: the ancestors.
Sphilile sat across from him, her sharp eyes scanning him closely. "You're quieter today. Something wrong?"
"Just thinking," Muzi muttered, wiping his bloodied hands on his pants. "Today's the day I learn more. I hope I'm ready."
"You're always ready," she said softly. "But you know, I've noticed something. You're not just training with them. You're starting to listen."
Muzi stared into the distance. He had been hearing them. Not just the voices of Jobe and Manana, but something else. Older. Wiser.
A sharp click behind him startled him from his thoughts. He turned to find Jobe, standing tall and unflinching as always, his dark eyes locking onto Muzi.
"The ancestors are calling. It's time to face them, Muzi. Don't make them wait."
Muzi nodded, standing up slowly. His body was heavy, the weight of fatigue pressing down, but he moved with purpose. His mind, sharp and focused, was ready.
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The wind howled as the landscape shifted again, like the ground itself was bending to the will of those who walked before him. Muzi's feet sank into the cool sand of the semi-desert. The air was dry, the scent of earth and stone sharp in his nose.
Jobe and Manana stood ahead, but the ancestral spirits had already gathered—figures cloaked in shadows, eyes glowing with the light of ages. Muzi could feel their power, ancient and untamed.
"Muzi," one of the spirits called, its voice deep like thunder, "you stand before us not as a boy, but as one who will carve his own name into the earth."
Muzi swallowed hard, stepping forward. His heart beat louder than ever, echoing in his chest like a drum.
"Do you think yourself worthy?" Manana asked, his voice low and contemplative.
Muzi clenched his fists. "I don't think. I know."
A single spirit stepped forward, its silhouette wavering in the wind. "Then we will see if you can hold your ground. We do not offer power lightly. You must earn every shred."
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The ground beneath Muzi's feet trembled. His vision blurred as the wind intensified. His training would begin—again. The ancestors were not kind teachers. They were unforgiving.
Without warning, the earth shifted beneath him, and a figure appeared. A shadow with a sword drawn.
Muzi barely had time to react before the figure swung.
> [System Alert: New Combat Trial – Survive the Ancestral Test]
[Duration: 5 Minutes]
[Rule: No System Buffs Active]
Muzi sidestepped, barely dodging the blade as it cleaved the air where he had stood. His heart raced. The shadow lunged again.
"Fight, boy," Jobe called from the side, "or you'll die here."
Muzi's body reacted on instinct, his training from Jobe, Manana, and his previous trials kicking in. He blocked the next strike, twisted the sword from the shadow's hand, and slashed back.
But the figure wasn't done. It reformed, its body blurring before Muzi's eyes. Another blow came, and this time it wasn't as easy to dodge.
> [Reflex +4%]
[Endurance Decreasing – 50%]
The blade cut across his ribs. Blood spilled down, staining the sand. But Muzi fought through it, grit in his teeth.
The fight stretched on, and Muzi grew more desperate. Sweat poured down his face, and his breath became shallow, ragged. He wasn't just fighting for survival now; he was fighting for everything.
As he blocked yet another strike, the figure's sword came down, and Muzi felt a surge of energy course through his arm.
He didn't wait. He struck first, a powerful hit that landed square on the figure's chest. The shadow dissipated into the air, like smoke, leaving Muzi standing alone.
> [Ancestral Combat Trial Passed]
[Training XP: 45% → 58%]
[Power Unlocked: Shadow Step (Passive) – Ability to move through shadows at will, enabling near-instantaneous repositioning in combat]
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Panting and battered, Muzi stood in the desert, his fists clenched. The spirits watched him, their eyes glowing with approval.
"You have earned the right to walk our path," one of the spirits said. "But remember—this path is not paved with glory alone. It is paved with blood."
Muzi nodded, sweat mixing with the blood on his face. "I won't forget."
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The wind whispered again, and the desert began to shift back into the stash house's familiar surroundings. The spirits, their presence fading, left Muzi with something more than just power. They had left him with knowledge, with understanding. He was no longer just a survivor. He was becoming something more.
As Muzi returned to the compound, Sphilile was there, waiting.
She saw the change in his eyes, the weight of what he had just faced.
"Did you learn?" she asked quietly.
Muzi nodded. "Yes. And I've only just begun."
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