Chapter one hundred & two

He made his way through the silent village, moving like a shadow in the darkness. He knew where he was going - a small clearing deep in the woods where he had trained in secret since he was a young boy.

As he walked, he could feel his muscles tense and flex with each step, his mind focused on the task ahead. When he arrived at the clearing, he took a deep breath and stepped into the ring.

And then the training began. Sam fought imaginary foes, throwing punches and kicks with all his might. His body moved like a blur, each strike landing with deadly precision.

As he trained, he could feel his anger and frustration pouring out of him, replaced by a fierce determination to succeed. He punched harder, kicked faster, and moved with a speed and grace that he had never known before.

And then, in the midst of his training, something happened. He heard a rustling in the bushes nearby, and he spun around, his senses on high alert.

Suddenly, a figure leaped out of the bushes, landing lightly on