(The Reborn lord)
Chapter– 1 (recovery)
"Where... Where am I?" John asked, slowly moving his gaze around the dimly lit room
He opened his eyes slowly, after what felt like an eternity. Sweat covered his entire body.
He looked around the dimly lit room, fear rising in his chest.
John (whispers): "Where am I?! Am I... dead? I'm... am I in heaven?"
With his last bit of strength, he stood up and stumbled toward the door, disbelief written all over his face.
John (muttering): "Oh no... am I going to heal?"
The door creaked open. He stepped outside, looking amazed at how different the world felt. He smiled, even though he didn't know why.
Suddenly, he heard a noise in the woods.
His body tensed. He instinctively prepared to fight, even though he didn't know what was coming.
The sound grew louder.
Voice from the darkness: "You're awake... John."
Fear washed over him. The air around him felt thick with tension.
John (shouting): "Show yourself! If you want to walk out of here—do it now!"
Stranger (stepping forward quickly): "And if I don't? What are you going to do—kill me?!"
John caught sight of the man's face and collapsed. The old man had no choice but to slap him hard across the face to wake him.
Stranger (seriously): "You've been like this for years... and you finally open your eyes. If you dare close them again, I'll kill you myself."
He lifted John into his arms and carried him into the house. Sitting beside him through the night, the old man watched him closely.
John (groggy): "Who... who are you?"
Old Man: "That's not important right now. You need to eat—recover as fast as you can."
He offered a plate of food. John stared at it, his expression serious.
John (thinking): "Is he trying to poison me?"
Old Man (firmly): "Eat up. I have no intention of killing you."
John eyed the plate, feeling like the food wasn't enough.
Old Man (shouting): "Eat! Now! Before I change my mind."
He walked out of the room, leaving John alone.
A few minutes later, John walked out slowly. A picture on the wall caught his attention. He stared at it, confused, trying to understand what was going on.
Voice (softly): "Don't push yourself too much. With time, you'll understand."
Old Man (calling): "Come. Walk with me."
John: "Where are we going?!"
Old Man: "You ask too many questions. It's a pain in the ass."
John ran toward him.
John: "To where?"
Old Man: "To get you clean, you fool. This way."
They entered a bathroom. John gave the old man a look.
John (sharply): "Leave. Now."
Voice (teasing): "What are you waiting for? Expecting me to leave? Oh... I see. That's not going to happen. I'm not letting you out of my sight—not for one second—until your mission is complete."
John (confused): "What mission?"
Old Man: "First things first."
Water splashed all over the floor. John stood silently, then let out a deep, calm breath.
He couldn't explain the feeling... but something was changing.
He dressed in clean clothes left for him.
Old Man (thinking): "This boy is... odd. Who is he? For five years he's been unconscious here with me. And now—recovered in under five hours—he's stronger than ten men. That's not normal."
Later, in the garden, John walked in circles. No matter where he went, he kept ending up in the same spot.
Every night, he had the same dream. And slowly, his body began to change—his chest broadened, his arms grew, his voice deepened.
One morning, the old man looked at him, amazed.
Old Man (softly): "I have something to tell you..."
He paused, a sad look on his face.
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Old Man (reflecting):
"Five years ago, I was on my way home. Thunder roared. Rain poured from the sky on that fateful night.
In the distance, I saw a woman wearing a red dress. She had a sword in her hand. You were in her arms, unconscious.
She was badly injured—too badly, I feared, to survive. But she held you like a sacred object.
She had to let go of the house and fight to save your life.
I tried to walk past you both... but I couldn't. It was as if I'd been cursed to protect you.
That's been my purpose ever since.
I made a vow to the God of the Sun—to keep you safe."
---John (with tears): "I must find out who those people are... the ones who want me dead. I'll kill every last one of them. They must pay."
Old Man (stern): "You can't. Not yet. You're not ready. You must prepare for what's coming—and prove to me that you're ready for it."
John (angry): "Why do you know what I'm thinking?! What's happening?!"
His eyes turned white. The old man stepped forward and calmed him down.
Old Man: "I have the ability to read minds. But you... you block me out. I don't know how you do it. That ability is rarely mastered—and yet you do it effortlessly. Who are you?!"
He stared at John in awe.
Old Man (thinking): "He's the last of his kind. I have to help him unlock his power—push his ability to the limit."
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Narrator:
The next day, training began. The old man told John about the world outside—how cruel it was—and how he'd need strength to survive.
Days turned into weeks. John grew stronger and faster. He mastered acts that others took years to learn—and he mastered five of them.
The old man was stunned. Then, one day, he noticed a movement in the woods... !!!!