Tri Realm: Reborn in Iron

Weeks turned into months as Akio's training reached new, grueling heights. The mountain's brutal environment became both his tormentor and teacher. Ivanov and Viktor devised even harsher trials, each designed to refine the boy into a weapon of unparalleled precision.

The cold was now a distant memory to Akio. His body had adapted to the bone-chilling winds of the mountain. Ice baths in subzero temperatures were part of his daily routine, teaching his body to endure extremes. He was made to hold his breath under freezing water while counting backward in a foreign language—a test of mental clarity under duress.

Speed trials became an obsession for Ivanov. Akio had to run up the steep mountain paths with weights strapped to his arms and legs. As he ran, he had to dodge falling boulders—Viktor, perched high above, ensured none of them crushed him, but the near-misses were enough to make his heart race.

At night, Akio's vision training continued. Blindfolded in the pitch-dark wilderness, he hunted animals with only a knife and his heightened senses. Every sound, every shift in the wind became a clue. He could now stalk prey like a ghost, moving silently through the snow, his breathing synchronized with the forest's rhythm.

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The Sniper's Challenge

After months of this relentless regimen, Akio's physical and mental acuity had reached a point where Ivanov decided it was time for something new. One crisp morning, Akio entered the training field to find Ivanov standing beside a long, sleek sniper rifle mounted on a tripod.

"You've mastered close combat and survival in harsh conditions," Ivanov began, his voice firm. "Now, we see how far your precision can take you."

Akio's eyes flickered to the rifle, its gleaming barrel a stark contrast to the rugged surroundings.

"This is a custom-built sniper rifle," Ivanov continued. "It's designed for extreme range, but even this weapon can only do so much. The rest depends on the shooter."

Ivanov gestured toward the horizon. Far in the distance, a shadow moved—a massive bear wandering through the snow-covered plains.

"That bear is your target," Ivanov said. "3,000 meters. A headshot."

Akio's heart raced, but he nodded. He took his position behind the rifle, his hands steady as he adjusted the scope. The cold air bit at his face, but his breathing was controlled.

He focused, his heightened senses kicking in. Every detail became vivid—the bear's movements, the gentle sway of the grass around it, the faint whistling of the wind. He calculated the distance, the bullet's trajectory, and the wind speed, all within seconds.

Time seemed to slow as Akio exhaled and pulled the trigger. The rifle kicked against his shoulder, and a deafening crack echoed across the mountains. Through the scope, he saw the bear collapse, the bullet striking it squarely in the head.

Ivanov's lips twitched in approval. "Impressive," he said. "Not many could accomplish that on their first attempt."

But Akio wasn't satisfied. He stood and turned to Ivanov, his voice steady and resolute. "I can do more. Let me try from 5,000 meters."

Ivanov raised an eyebrow, but after a moment, he nodded. "Very well. But understand—this will not be easy. Even veterans with years of experience have failed to hit a target at that range."

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Pushing the Limits

The rifle was adjusted, and Akio moved to a new vantage point. The bear's massive body had been dragged away, replaced with a smaller, less conspicuous target—just a metal plate shaped like a bear's head.

The distance was daunting. 5,000 meters stretched into what seemed like infinity, the target barely visible even through the scope.

Akio lay prone, his body perfectly aligned with the rifle. He closed his eyes for a moment, blocking out everything but the task ahead. His senses expanded, absorbing the environment. The wind was stronger here, its direction inconsistent. He factored in the cold air, which would slow the bullet slightly, and the earth's subtle curvature over such a vast distance.

When he opened his eyes, they were sharp and focused, like a predator locked onto its prey. He steadied his breathing, his finger brushing the trigger.

The shot rang out, echoing across the mountains. Akio watched through the scope as the bullet flew, cutting through the air like a missile. It struck the target—not in the center of the head but slightly to the side, clipping its edge.

Ivanov strode over, his face unreadable. For a moment, Akio braced himself for criticism. But then Ivanov spoke, his voice filled with rare praise.

"You've done something extraordinary, Akio," he said. "Even the most seasoned veterans would struggle to hit a target at 5,000 meters. The fact that you managed it, even if not perfectly, is a testament to your skill and determination. Few could achieve what you just did."

But Akio's ambition burned brighter. He turned to Ivanov with a challenging look. "What about without the scope?"

Ivanov chuckled, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Without a scope? The longest-recorded no-scope shot in history is 2,500 meters. If you want to break it, you'll need to aim for 3,000 meters."

Akio grinned. "Let's try 3,000 first, then 3,500."

Ivanov handed him the rifle. Akio steadied himself, relying purely on instinct and his heightened senses. He closed his eyes briefly, imagining the distance, the wind, and the subtle movements of the target. He opened his eyes, raised the rifle, and fired.

The bullet struck true, piercing the target dead center. Ivanov's mouth twitched into a rare smile. "You've done it, Akio. That shot alone puts you in a league of your own."

But Akio was already preparing for the next challenge. The target was moved to 3,500 meters.

This time, Akio took longer, his entire being focused on the task. His breathing slowed to a crawl, and when he finally pulled the trigger, the recoil sent a shock through his body. The bullet sailed across the vast expanse, striking the target near the edge but still landing the hit.

Ivanov clapped Akio on the shoulder, his voice filled with pride. "You've surpassed the limits of what anyone thought possible. You are no longer just a trainee, Akio. You're a legend in the making."

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