One piece: Without a system, I have to survive!

I stood there, my breath ragged, my body trembling from exhaustion.

But despite the pain—

I had landed a hit.

It was a small victory, but to me, it was everything.

My teacher rolled his shoulder, smirking.

"You're getting there," he said. "But don't get cocky. One lucky hit won't save you in a real fight."

I nodded. I knew that.

If I wanted to survive in this world, I had to do more than just 'land a hit.'

I had to learn how to win.

Lesson Two: Instinct Over Thought

"Your biggest weakness right now," my teacher said, circling me, "is that you think too much."

I frowned. "Isn't thinking good in a fight?"

He snorted. "Against weaklings, sure. But when you're up against someone faster, stronger, and more experienced—"

BAM!

In a blur, his fist slammed into my gut.

I collapsed, gasping for air.

"—thinking will only slow you down."

I coughed, trying to catch my breath. "Then… what am I supposed to do?"

He crouched beside me, tapping a finger against my forehead.

"Stop thinking. Start feeling."

I blinked. "Feeling?"

He nodded. "Instinct is faster than thought. If you have to think before dodging, you're already dead."

I clenched my fists.

That made sense.

I had seen it firsthand—how he moved without hesitation, reacting before I could even complete an attack.

I needed to reach that level.

Training the Instinct

My new training was brutal.

It wasn't just about getting stronger anymore.

It was about sharpening my instincts.

Every day, my teacher threw random attacks at me, forcing me to dodge without warning.

Rocks, kicks, punches, tree branches—anything he could use, he used.

I wasn't allowed to block. Only dodge.

At first, I got hit. A lot.

But little by little, I started moving faster.

Before my brain could register the danger, my body was already reacting.

And then—

Something clicked.

The First True Dodge

One afternoon, as I stood, exhausted from another session, he suddenly moved—

A punch, straight at my face.

I didn't think.

I just moved.

My body twisted on its own, narrowly avoiding the strike.

For the first time—

I dodged without hesitation.

My teacher's eyes flickered with approval.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he said.

I exhaled slowly, a small smile forming on my lips.

I was getting closer.

Closer to becoming a real warrior.