This is a tale of man who found the truth in life, a man who didn’t have wealth, or connections nor talent. He lived a man’s life without becoming genius in art, swords, or magic. He’s not a legend, but his destiny is no different from those who did become one.

This is a man like every other man, one fated to die

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Ordinary town of Wushan wasn’t home to many but it was a peaceful place that some happily called home. Safely west of Mountain range of magical beasts it was one of the few places in the Fenlai Kingdom where the commoners enjoyed life.

As the moon still hung in the sky, in the town of Wushan, the howling wind added to the pre-dawn chill. The commoners had begun to rise for the start of the day. This even included the six or seven old children who were getting out of bed to begin there early morning exercises.

On an empty field surround by trees,  in the eastern region of Wushan, the rising sun started to provide some warmth on scattered areas on the ground.

Most of the towns children could be seen there, something between one or two hundred in number. These children had been divided into three groups, each group divided into several lines. Not flexing their facial muscles, they stood with lips closed. The northernmost groups were near six years old. Situated in the middle were nine to twelve year olds. The south had ones around thirteen to sixteen year olds.

Standing in front of this group of children, there was three strongly built middle-aged warriors. All three of them wore rough clothes that told of a warrior life.

The leader of them gave a speech about youth and working hard and a warrior pride which made Orson envision his proud future, he would marry a pretty woman who would bore him a strong son. He would live out his final days in Wushan with his dutiful wife. The leader took on a solider pose, head raised high, and hands clasped behind his back, sweep his fierce gaze across Orson’s group forcing him to tighten his lips along with others, yielding to gravity this man emitted.

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This man is Orson’s idol, The leader of the strong men, name is Hillman. He was the captain of the guard for the Baruch clan, the noble clan which owned Wushan town.

He began speaking everyone status. Orson was reminded that he wasn’t a noble. Him along with the others had no wealth, no talent, no connections to be used, they had only their muscles to used. Orson’s wanted to become someone of worth; he wished to be respected, so he would follow Hillman words. The trees rustled as Hillman spoke of the rewards of the long days of muscle building.

“Am I clear” Hillman roared to children.

“Understood” Orson’s along with the rest of his group replied in a controlled unison

Most of Orson’s group displayed confusion across their faces with the exception of the young master  standing next to Orson. Orson would be worried of a rival but he knew that this young master would live a comfy life in the Baruch Mansion. Eventually the young master would realize, he didn’t have to work as hard as rest of them, then he wouldn’t even compare to Orson’s achievements. Orson was determined to live more than an ordinary life. He would become the captain of the Baruch guard.

No male in the Yulan continent would risk being a slacker while they were young. If the slacked off now, in the future, they would not be able to hold up their heads in from of others! Money and power could be sought by any capable man! Orson’s needed power to claim his ideal women.

Orson's parents would be the proudest in town, women would flock to him, and his life would be glorious.

He would become a powerful warrior.

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