Fruity and his Uncle Monk walked in silence toward the northern part of the monastery. This was where the training area was located—the most secure part of the monastery. The quiet between them felt heavy, each step filled with unspoken thoughts.
As they reached the edge of the training grounds, Fruity couldn't hold back his worry any longer. "Uncle, do you think my presence here will put the monastery in danger?" He already knew the answer deep down, but he didn't want to admit it.
Uncle Monk paused for a moment before replying, his voice calm but firm. "No, Fruity. You are part of this monastery. This is your home. No matter what happens, your uncles and everyone here will protect you. You just need to grow stronger and show the world you fear no one."
Fruity nodded, though the knot in his stomach tightened. His uncle was trying to comfort him, but Fruity knew the truth. The monastery was on the brink of being dragged into something dangerous, all because of him.
