A month after his birth…
the medical staff began noticing that the wing was no longer as quiet as before.
It wasn't frightening, just… strange.
Notes on the tables would sometimes move a few millimeters without being touched.
Drops of medicine in the vials would tilt in one direction and then return.
Even the measuring devices emitted a faint hum before stabilizing.
One nurse stared at a screen and said hesitantly,
"Isn't this boy a little strange? He's starting to try to move… and the readings of spiritual energy absorption around him are very high. Isn't that dangerous for a newborn?"
The head doctor, a middle-aged man used to seeing unusual cases, approached, observing the child carefully.
"We noticed that since he was brought here. There's no need to worry… what's strange isn't the amount of energy he absorbs, but that his body fully handles it without any disruption."
Another nurse raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"So that explains the high vital signs… and his attempt to move after only one month? What a talent."
The doctor folded his arms.
"Most likely, it's an innate ability. He may also have a special physical structure. Remember the night he was born? The pressure in the room suddenly rose… even the air felt heavy."
One whispered,
"It's as if gravity itself increased…"
A brief silence fell, then a curious nurse asked,
"Who is this child's father?"
The doctor shook his head.
"No records. All official information is hidden. The only available name is — Ares."
"But Sheikh Farin is currently responsible for him."
Their expressions changed immediately.
"Oh… so his family isn't ordinary."
As for Ares…
he listened quietly to everything.
Inside his awareness, the system's messages repeated in a steady tone:
[Host vital readings stable]
[Nervous signals stable]
[Physical structure continuously developing]
[Expected start of movement: one month]
[Gravity control rate increasing]
During that month, he quickly accepted his inability to move.
Instead of resisting, he used it.
He focused all his attention on feeling the mysterious power within his body.
Gravity.
At one moment, he focused on a speck of dust caught in the light.
Its fall slowed… slightly.
He smiled inwardly.
"Good… the power no longer overflows without control. I can guide it partially now."
He paused.
"Controlling one of the main laws of the universe… truly terrifying."
But the strange thing—
he didn't feel fear.
Only excitement.
In a spacious hall decorated with ancient carvings, the clan elders sat around a massive stone table.
The place was quiet, but their presence was heavy enough to make any newcomer lower their voice unconsciously.
One of them spoke,
"Sheikh Farin, what's the latest news?"
Farin smiled and replied,
"The situation is stable. No major problems. It seems we are experiencing a period of relative calm."
Madhat sighed in relief.
"Comforting news… these calm periods are rare."
Sanura said,
"Then why not take advantage? The young generation has lived through years of continuous war. Hosting a competition might raise morale."
Kado nodded.
"Good idea. By the way, I heard the number of births this year is high. Have any special talents appeared?"
Dravo answered,
"It's still early. Talents usually don't show before six months, after adapting fully to spiritual energy. But initial readings… are very promising."
Before he could continue—
a rough voice said,
"This is boring."
Everyone turned.
Zamasa.
Known in the clan as the "Training Madman."
He leaned forward and said,
"What do you think about checking the newborns now?"
Vanara exhaled sharply.
"Didn't you hear what Dravo just said? Take your mind off the battlefield for a moment, open a book."
Zamasa ignored her completely.
"If we put these newborns in real danger, the talents that sense death will activate to protect their owners."
He smiled.
"It might not work for everyone… but those who survive will be extraordinary."
Katara shrugged.
"In fact… I agree with him. Who knows? We might witness something remarkable."
Zamasa gestured to her with admiration.
"Finally, a mind that understands me."
Vanara muttered,
"Great… stupidity is multiplying."
Farin laughed.
"Don't be harsh, Vanara. His proposal isn't entirely bad."
"Damn, even you? Someone brought me a mask before this plague spread."
Sheikh Anata intervened calmly,
"Do not let Zamasa choose the method, or he'll throw them into a volcano. Instead… we gather the newborns and release some low-level demonic creatures from the aura."
She looked at them steadily.
"We will monitor with our awareness. Nothing harmful will happen."
Vanara groaned.
"Boredom seems to have made you lose your senses."
Anata smiled.
"Perhaps… but boredom is a dangerous enemy too."
Farin looked around.
"So… agreed?"
One by one, the elders nodded.
Farin lightly struck the table.
"In two months."
After a month—
an astonished voice echoed in the medical wing:
"Damn… has that boy started to move?!"
"Impossible! Only two months?!"
Everyone turned.
And there he was.
Ares… standing next to his cradle.
Slightly unsteady, but firm.
He placed his small foot on the ground—
and at that moment, the cradle slid slowly toward him.
The nurse froze.
"He didn't push it…"
Another whispered,
"It was pulled toward him."
Ares took his first real step in life.
And thought calmly:
"Despite my long years as a warrior and all my past feats… I've never felt such a victory before."
The system's voice appeared:
[Muscle readings stable]
[Nervous readings stable]
[Congratulations — walking is now possible. Please proceed with caution.]
After two hours of tests…
the doctor said with genuine surprise,
"Amazing… all readings are stable. No malfunctions."
Another added,
"But don't lose sight of him. Keep your eyes on him at all times."
After a month—
"What are the elders thinking, gathering all newborns under six months?"
"Who knows… just follow orders."
The doors of the great hall opened.
An unusual scene stretched before them—
long rows of cradles, thousands of children lined up with relative calm, their cries like soft murmurs filling the wide space.
The air was slightly cold, charged with spiritual energy.
Above…
the elders stood watching.
Sharp eyes.
Silent.
Suddenly—
several children cried at once.
Then… it stopped.
Some elders exchanged glances.
Vanara whispered,
"Did you feel that?"
Farin replied slowly,
"Yes… as if pressure passed through the hall for a moment."
Zamasa smiled.
"Looks like the test will be interesting."
In a corner of the hall…
Ares opened his eyes.
Calm as always.
But unnoticed by anyone—
invisible threads of weight slowly gathered around him…
as if the world itself was preparing for what was coming.
The test… was about to begin.