Magic Warrior Martial Master

One day, a boy of only sixteen or seventeen years old with a weathered look in his eyes stood on a walled mountain peak, looking down at this land that had undergone a century of changes. As someone who has lived for a hundred years, he has become accustomed to the vicissitudes of time.

In the spring hunting, he fought in the forest with the nobles and reaped a rich harvest. However, behind this laughter and hunting, a dark force is quietly brewing. In the days to come, this land will not only be a symbol of prosperity but also a stage for the unknown battle between magic and martial arts.

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As he felt himself being gently pressed into the seat, the roaring sound around him became even more jarring.