'My dear student I must depart from you for the next month. So with that I will leave you up here all alone so that you can train and fully complete your soul core. I want you to defeat the rune boar that lives here in one month as-well, if you can't then you have failed my test and I will take you home.'
Signed at the end was a smiling face with a little note at the bottom saying.
'I left 3 months worth of food for you'
He looked to his side the bag that was once full of food was now nearly empty from the wild beast attacks that took place in his sleep.
Munir looked at the other piece of paper within the letter; it had crude drawings of someone meditating with scribbles around it.
The boy's jaw clenched.
"This f#####g bastard when I see him I'm gonna #####################"
He flung his arms wildly in the air, his back rolling on the cave floor, his mannerism resembling that of a child's tantrums.
Munir got up, his anger still boiling. After all, his 'teacher' left him to learn the ways of Anima on his own.
"What does he mean he left me to fend for myself. And WHAT THE HELL IS A RUNE BOAR."
The boy sat up, his eyes darting around the clearing. Vis Collector sat by a log parallel the cave entrance a pair of daggers were planted in a tree stump.
Munir started to exit the cave and head towards his sword.
"What if I die here? What if I just head down. This damn bastard, can't he take responsibility for bringing someone to the depths of unknown lands."
He grabbed the case of the Vis Collector, pulling it behind him. He tied the bandages around his right shoulder.
Heading back to the cave he started to imagine the window to his soul that was created. He was trying to grasp the 'physical' shape that it held within him. Lying in the cave he tried to allow the waves of spirit energy to follow into his body. The results of this effort were in vain however, the ages of Anima around him seemed to be repelled by his body.
His head started to ache immensely, with that he noticed the sweat that began to pile on his clothes.
It seems that concentrating on Anima is quite tiresome and takes physical stamina from me. Hopefully it becomes easier with use or it will be rather troublesome.
The boy spent the rest of that day resting, focusing the waves on Anima around him and eating.
As the next day began it seemed the boy would continue this routine. The first 3 hours of his day was spent repeatedly sensing the Anima around him. Currently it wasn't as if he could 'see' it the more accurate way to describe his view of Anima is him feeling it around his body the same way one does with water in the ocean. He could however still perceive it in a manner, his mind knew it was there and tried to articulate what it felt.
After he completed that session he began to lightly jog around the clearing. Every 1500 metres doing 100 pushups, that day he completed 3000 pushups. The water that was still clean was already 3/4 down by the end of the day. Planning out the amount of food he would need each day, he calculated he had only 8 more days of food.
The boy sat there, letting reality sink in. He could only make it a maximum 24 days if he waited here until his death by the hands of starvation. He should just return to the base of the mountain and find a way back to his home.
Or he had to grow strong enough to hunt the beast on the mountain to survive.
Thus began the third day. He repeated the same routine of waking up and sending Animals then running after that he ate and then repeated this again. On average it took Munir 12 hours give or take to complete the training, with his eating taking about 45 minutes altogether, he had about 4 hours to do what he liked. Sitting in the cave near the end of the day he began to focus in on the Anima again this time however copied the pose that Alexander had drawn on the letter. He sat cross legged his hand on both his knees, and he slowly breathed in. In the picture lines were drawn flowing into a circle on the person's chest. It had to have been Anima flowing into the person's soul core.
He had already tried to force the Anima to flow into him and failed. He thought it must have been his posture or the way he forced it in. Trying again he focused all his concentration into the flow of Anima around him. And once again was met by the same fate. The headache and fatigue produced was even more than when he first tried it.
Exiting the cave,he threw himself onto the green floor. He laid there looking up to the sky, its dark blue face nearly matching his hair. They stared at each other, neither saying a word. Even just over the first three days the work he had to put in was exhausting, however he still enjoyed it.
He sat there with a smile on face. He began to reminisce on the days he spent with his father and mother the training he completed with his dad reminding him of this. Munir sprang back up, looking forward, the look that filled his eye blazed with a fiery passion. The smile he had only grew wider and a new realisation began to form in his mind.