Blake's body still throbbed from the intense battle with Daredevil and the Hand ninjas. As he walked through the dimly lit streets of Harlem, his mind buzzed with a mix of adrenaline and reflection. He couldn't help but replay the encounters in his mind, searching for lessons and areas to improve upon.
Lost in his thoughts, Blake was caught off guard by a sudden impact. A blur of motion, faster than his eyes could track, struck him with astonishing force. His body crashed against a nearby wall, the impact stealing his breath away. As he struggled to regain his composure, his gaze fell upon his assailant—a blind man, standing with a poised and determined stance.
"You fight well, but you lack finesse," the blind man said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You're wet behind the ears, boy. You need more training."
Blake's confusion mixed with a flicker of defiance. Who was this blind man, and how did he know about his recent battles? He felt a surge of determination welling within him. Despite the pain coursing through his body, he would not back down.
"I don't know who you are," Blake responded, his voice laced with a mix of respect and determination, "but I'm not one to shy away from a challenge."
The blind man smirked, his blind eyes seemingly seeing through Blake's bravado. "Very well, young warrior. If you wish to improve, seek out Elektra. Tell her Sticks will be visiting."
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Before Blake could inquire further, the blind man vanished, leaving no trace of his presence except for the lingering echo of his words. Sticks—a name that carried an air of mystery and significance. Who was he, and what connection did he have to Elektra?
With a renewed sense of purpose, Blake continued his journey home. The encounter had left him humbled but also intrigued. If there were others like Daredevil and Sticks who recognized the potential within him, then he had to embrace every opportunity for growth.
Arriving at his apartment, Blake couldn't shake the weight of Sticks' words. He knew that to become the protector he aspired to be, he needed guidance and further training. Elektra, the seasoned warrior who had taken him under her wing, would be the one to provide that.
As he prepared to rest and recover from the day's events, Blake's mind swirled with anticipation. The path he had chosen was not an easy one, but he had already faced formidable opponents and come out stronger. Now, with the promise of Sticks' visit and the knowledge that more training awaited him, he felt an eagerness to delve deeper into the world of combat and sharpen his skills.
With the memory of the blind man's piercing gaze etched in his mind, Blake understood that this encounter was a turning point—a call to embrace the shadows and seek out the wisdom of those who had come before him. He would heed the advice, seek out Elektra, and prepare himself for the challenges yet to come.
The journey towards becoming a true warrior had only just begun, and Blake was ready to immerse himself in the world of training and discipline. The words of Sticks lingered, pushing him to push further, to embrace the path of growth and emerge not as a novice, but as a force to be reckoned with.