Chapter 7: Chap 7. Rear Hook

More races, more species, more civilization possibilities, and more... People who want to "try" different ones. I've seen, I've read, I've heard about most of them. But since the day I've been here, the day I hit 18 years old, I don't think I could keep these memories much more. Maybe the world will change so much when I finished.

First off, there were humans; the first era of civilization was The Human Era, no sign of essences, energies or magics. Wheels was the best thing that happened, rock at the end of a stick was the scariest thing. There were tradings, sales and people who kept track of sales, there were classes and hierarchies.

Today, I tried a different type of hook different from yesterday. This time I use the shoulder more, rotating my hips and the hook happened the same time as I raised my elbow and my head went with the hand, twisted my torso and most power would come from my hips.

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The golden hay on the dummy started to rustle now.

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