One student couldn’t shake off a strange feeling. Just for a second, when El Sharkawy had spoken, he had seen something—an aura, faint yet undeniable, flickering around his teacher like a lingering shadow of something far greater. It was brief, but it was real.

  The rest of the class moved on, but this student couldn’t. His instincts screamed that there was more to El Sharkawy than anyone realized.

  When the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, the student made a decision. Instead of heading home, he followed El Sharkawy from a distance.

  The streets were quiet as he trailed behind, careful to keep his presence hidden. But just as he turned a corner, a powerful force gripped his chest.

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  A shockwave burst from El Sharkawy’s apartment—a silent warning, an unspoken command to leave.

  It was not a threat. It was a test.

  The student staggered back, his breath caught in his throat. His body screamed at him to turn around, to forget what he had seen. But deep inside, he knew—this was the reason peace had lasted for so long.

  El Sharkawy was still watching over the world.

  Yet, despite the fear gnawing at his soul, the student pushed forward.

  That night, through sheer determination, he reached El Sharkawy’s window and peered inside.

  What he saw changed everything.

  El Sharkawy stood in the middle of his apartment, but he was no longer just a teacher. His presence was overwhelming, his body radiating power. His stance was firm, every movement precise as he executed a series of strikes—each one sharp enough to cut the air itself.

  This was training.

  Not for a man who had grown weak in retirement, but for a warrior who never stopped preparing.

  The student’s hands trembled as he pulled away.

  Tomorrow… tomorrow, he would learn the truth.