"Come on, Methuselah, just a few more steps and you'll be in mommy's arms!" My mother exclaimed, her voice filled with anticipation and love. At the tender age of eight months, I embarked on my arduous training journey. In my heart, I believed that my adversaries would soon tremble in fear before me.

However, the Little Helper's voice interjected with frustration, chastising me for my lofty aspirations. It reminded me that I had only just begun to learn how to balance, stumbling and falling multiple times during my initial attempts.

I couldn't help but feel a mixture of determination and annoyance. I questioned the Little Helper's expectations, considering myself just a child with a primary skill in vine control, which I had proudly honed to level 5. However, due to my short hair, my styling options were limited. I marveled at my mother's ability to effortlessly alter the length of her hair, shrinking or extending it at will.

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The Little Helper remained silent on the topic of flight, acknowledging my lack of wings and leaving me in the dark about harnessing Nature's Calling, a skill that sounded strangely akin to answering the call of nature. And as for Blessed Seeker, it was yet another mysterious ability that the Little Helper had yet to reveal to me. A sense of frustration grew within me, exacerbated by my confinement in this room for a year. I was too small to reach the doorknob, and every time I expressed my desire to venture outside, my parents looked at me with a tinge of sadness, implying that they were hesitant to expose me to whatever lay beyond. I couldn't simply start speaking like an adult, and the limitations were suffocating.

Instead, I resolved to focus on mastering the skill of walking, determined to eliminate the bothersome wobbling that plagued my steps. The Little Helper assured me that the time would come when it seemed appropriate to reveal the secrets of the other skills. It promised that the day was drawing near, offering a glimmer of hope and a sense of anticipation for the future.