Saga of sequence

The sun shyly crept through the dense forest trees, scattering its golden rays across the damp earth. In the heart of this forest, Sam sat on a smooth rock, his eyes closed, his body still as if it were part of nature itself. He breathed slowly, trying to calm his thoughts and clear his mind. Lately, he had been focusing intensely on meditation, preparing for what was to come.

The next day began with an intense training session, enhancing his Ten and Ren skills. Sam concentrated on keeping his Nen aura surrounding his body for as long as possible, resisting fatigue and exhaustion. The old man would occasionally attack him with swift strikes, forcing Sam to use Gyo to focus Nen in his eyes, enabling him to see the hidden, flying attacks.

"Don't get distracted!" the old man shouted as he launched a powerful flying Nen strike toward Sam's chest. Sam barely managed to dodge the blow.

The old man then shifted the training to Shu and Ken, where Sam learned how to infuse objects with Nen and enhance their defensive strength. He wielded a simple wooden stick, but after coating it with Nen, it became as strong as steel, and he used it in combat against the old man. However, the old man easily broke it with his attacks, forcing Sam to continuously improve his Nen flow.

Days passed quickly in this rigorous training routine.

With the physical training complete, Sam headed into the forest alone. He knew the real challenge wasn't just in physical training but in the mental and psychological preparation for what lay ahead. He sat in a quiet spot, surrounded by towering trees and the distant sounds of birds. He summoned a small portion with his Nen, containing the Beginner Potion, and stared at it in silence.

Before consuming the potion, he had to ensure he was ready to enter the White Space—the realm he imposed upon himself as part of his Nen vow after each Sequence potion.

Sam sat in a meditative position, crossing his arms over his chest. He began applying Zetsu techniques to halt the flow of Nen within him, trying to calm his energy completely. This technique helped him enter a deep meditative state more quickly.

In his depths, he began to sense glimpses of the White Space. It wasn't just a place; the space was part of his Nen ability—a reflection of all his fears and buried thoughts, translated through Nen. When he focused on it during meditation, he could hear faint whispers, as if voices were emerging from the depths of his mind, trying to pull him toward madness.

"Do you think you'll survive?"

"What's the point of all this?"

"You'll never achieve immortality..."

Sam knew his ability was a double-edged sword—extremely dangerous yet incredibly powerful at the same time.

After days of meditation and training, Sam felt the time had come. He grasped the portion, his gaze sharp and filled with determination. He knew the next step would change the course of his life forever.

He whispered to himself calmly, "This is the path I chose. I won't let fear control me."

Slowly, he raised the portion, feeling its weight, then swallowed it in one swift motion.