[General POV]
Unbeknownst to Aldril, in his skill column, a light began to flicker, and the name of the skill "Dark Wolf Fencing" started to change. This transformation triggered a dream while Aldril slept—one in which he would meet someone very peculiar.
From the dim darkness of his mind, a wooded landscape emerged. The leaves of the trees swayed slowly, creating a calm and relaxing atmosphere.
In the midst of this tranquil forest, a person was elegantly swinging a silver sword. With fluid motion, the blade traced graceful arcs through the air.
The sword made a tinkling sound as it cut through the silence. Zzzsh. Every movement held a natural elegance, and all of it was being observed by Aldril, who was fascinated by the figure's technique.
"Holy shit... how beautiful. Am I dreaming about this?" Aldril said, eyes fixed on the figure. As he drew closer, the features of the person became more noticeable—long white hair, tanned complexion, intense yellow eyes with cat-like pupils.
"This person looks familiar... where have I seen him?" With a bit of hesitation, Aldril approached. When he was about five meters away, the figure stopped moving and turned to look at him.
Startled by the sudden motion, Aldril stepped back. Then it hit him. "Now I remember his name... it's that damned Geralt of Rivia!"
The witcher looked at him with a serene smile. "Are you ready, boy?" Geralt asked in his deep voice, and without further explanation, threw his sword at Aldril.
Catching it mid-air, Aldril felt his heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. Geralt stepped beside him.
"Alright, kid. I'll teach you the style of the Wolf School—so get ready."
"First, the stance." He placed Aldril's feet in the correct position. The knees were slightly bent. "Remember, always keep your balance. It's crucial in combat."
"Now copy my moves." Drawing a second sword, Geralt began to demonstrate the basics. "Keep a firm, but not tense, grip. Cuts must be precise. For defense, you need to stay balanced. Watch your opponent—look for a weakness and exploit it."
Aldril watched every movement carefully, absorbing each detail in awe.
"Oh man, if I learn this sword style—effective against monsters—the poor orcs will suffer," he thought with a small chuckle, then began to imitate Geralt's movements.
"The key is fluidity. Let the sword become an extension of yourself—a dance of steel and will."
With each repetition, Aldril began to feel more confident, more in sync with the sword. Each cut became more precise, more instinctive. He felt as though he were in a trance—where the only thing that mattered was the movement of the blade.
Time seemed to stand still as Geralt and Aldril continued their dance of steel. Every move was a lesson. Every blow, a revelation. Aldril knew this dream would bring him many benefits.
"Probably because of the system... will it always be like this?" he wondered, continuing to follow Geralt's lead.
Raising his eyes to the sky, Geralt spoke. "Alright, kid. That's all I can teach you. You've got the basics—it's just a matter of time and practice before you're as good as me."
Aldril stopped and looked at him, nodding. He knew he was about to wake up, as the scenery around him began to blur.
"Thank you for teaching me. I really appreciate it," he said, offering the silver sword back. But Geralt shook his head.
"Keep it. It'll help you on your journey." With a smile, Geralt began to fade. "Don't die, child." With those final words, he vanished.
With a soft smile, Aldril bowed in a gesture of respect toward the spot where Geralt had stood—then he too disappeared.
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The soft sound of birds singing gave a peaceful touch to the warm morning. Aldril opened his eyes slowly, still lying on the log where he had slept. His thoughts wandered back to the dream.
"That was a beautiful dream... Who wouldn't be happy dreaming about Geralt? Only a heretic wouldn't be," he muttered with a grin.
Looking over at Gandalf, who was still asleep, Aldril shook his head and decided to check his system—just as the wizard began to stir.
[Name: Aldril]
[Race: Human/?]
[Attribute Points: 0]
[Attribute: Strength+; Constitution+; Agility+; Mentality+]
[Skill: Universal Language; Military Survival LV2; Wolf School Style LV1; Archery LV2]
[Talent: Good Fingers (Special Skill)]
[World Exploration: 0.1%]
Looking at the skill column, Aldril was surprised for a few seconds, but that surprise was replaced by ecstasy.
"So that wasn't just any dream, oh man, the orcs won't know I killed them, wait, if it wasn't a normal dream, that means" Looking at the swords at his side he was glad and with a big smile he noticed a new sword lying in its sheath next to his own.
"It definitely wasn't a normal dream."
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Hello! here is your favorite author, I decided to introduce Geralt's sword skill, because it is very effective against monsters.
and if you ask, Aldril's appearance is not yet described, but he is like a Geralt, only with black hair and younger. you can see, from here I will start to change the story, I hope you like my new inclusions.
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