The next morning, Rey set out on his journey to meet Oren. Luck accompanied him to the outskirts of the village, where a rugged path wound its way up into the mountains.
"Remember, Rey," Luck said, his voice serious. "Oren is a demanding teacher. He'll push you to your limits, but don't give up. You have the potential to become a great warrior."
Rey nodded, his determination evident on his face. "I won't let you down, Dad."
Luck smiled, ruffling Rey's hair. "I know you won't, son. Now go, and may the gods be with you."
With a final nod, Rey set off up the mountain path, leaving Luck to watch him go with a mix of pride and trepidation. As Rey climbed higher, the air grew cooler and the trees gave way to rocky outcroppings. He walked for hours, the silence broken only by the sound of his footsteps and the occasional cry of a bird.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Rey crested a ridge and saw a figure standing before him. The man was tall and imposing, with a rugged face and piercing eyes.
"Ah, you must be Rey," the man said, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Oren Soren. Your father has told me a great deal about you."
Rey bowed respectfully. "It's an honor to meet you, Oren."
I think he's using a skill that let him blocks anyone from seeing which class his veil core is.
Oren nodded, his eyes narrowing. "A boy born without a veilcore, in all my years you're the first I've heard about, Let us see if you are worthy of my training. Come, let us begin."
Oren led Rey to a secluded clearing, where a series of rigorous training exercises awaited him. For hours, Rey pushed himself to his limits, his body screaming in protest as Oren drove him relentlessly onward.
As the sun began to set, Oren finally called a halt to the training. Rey collapsed to the ground, exhausted but exhilarated by the challenge.
Oren nodded in approval. "You have potential, Rey. But potential is nothing without dedication and hard work. Are you prepared to give yourself fully to this training?"
Rey nodded, his eyes burning with determination as he folds his right fist and placed it at his chest. "I am SENDRICK REYLEY and i will do whatever it takes to become the celestial king."
Oren smiled, a rare sight. "Then let us begin your true training. We will start with the basics of combat, and then move on to more advanced techniques. You will learn to harness the pinnacle of swordsmanship and hand to hand combat, to control your emotions, and to fight with precision and skill."
And so Rey's training began in earnest. For months, he trained tirelessly with Oren, pushing himself to his limits and beyond. He learned to wield a sword, to harness his swordsmanship, and to win in a hand to hand combat fight, and to fight with deadly precision.