Five months passed.
Deep inside the forest, Vajra continued his training every single day.
At that moment, he was sitting cross-legged on a large stone beneath a
roaring waterfall. Cold water crashed down on his bare upper body again
and again, testing both his endurance and concentration.
His eyes were closed as he focused on strengthening his mind.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed through the forest.
"Vajra!"
Vajra slowly opened his eyes.
When he looked ahead, he saw his father standing nearby.
Without hesitation, Vajra stood up and leaped down from the stone,
landing lightly on the ground before walking toward him.
"Yes, Father. You called me?"
Shuwon looked at his son carefully.
For a moment, he was stunned.
In just five months, Vajra had changed dramatically. His body had
become lean and muscular, his posture steadier, and the aura around
him felt stronger than before.
Shuwon couldn't hide his surprise.
Then he suddenly laughed.
"Haha! Son, your progress is far better than I expected."
Vajra nodded calmly.
"Yes, Father… I don't have much time, so I didn't waste any of it."
As he spoke, Vajra glanced down at his own body.Only then did he realize something.
Because he had been completely focused on training every day, he
hadn't even noticed how much his body had changed. His muscles had
grown stronger, his movements were lighter, and his endurance had
increased greatly.
It seemed that the months of relentless training had finally begun to
show their results.
Shuwon looked at him with pride.
But he hadn't come here without a reason.
"Vajra," he said seriously, "Son, come with me," Shuwon said. "You will
need a weapon to improve your martial arts."
Vajra didn't say a word, but excitement appeared on his face as he
followed his father.
After a short walk through the clan residence, Shuwon brought him to a
large stone chamber.
This was his collection room.
Weapons of many kinds were displayed all around the room—swords,
spears, axes, bows, and many other rare weapons.
"Choose whatever weapon you want," Shuwon said calmly.
Vajra stepped inside.
The moment he saw the vast collection, his eyes widened in surprise.
"So many weapons…" he whispered.
Each weapon looked powerful and well-crafted. Some even emitted
faint spiritual energy.
Vajra slowly walked through the room, carefully examining each weapon,
searching for one that felt right for him.
Time passed.After several hours of searching, his eyes suddenly stopped on
something.
A black chokuto resting quietly on a wooden stand.
It had a long, straight blade and a simple yet mysterious design. The
sword and its saya were completely black, giving it a cold and heavy
presence.
Vajra felt strangely drawn to it.
He stepped closer and reached out to grab the weapon.
The moment he tried to lift it, he realized something.
"It's… heavy."
The sword was far heavier than he expected.
Using both hands, Vajra barely managed to lift it.
Slowly, he pulled the blade out of its saya.
A faint metallic sound echoed in the room.
Even the saya itself felt unusually heavy.
Despite struggling to hold it properly, Vajra didn't hesitate.
"This is the one," he said firmly.
Even though he could barely lift it, he decided to make it his weapon.