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You're now one of the four hundred southern warriors. You were born for the florid battle. Since you were a child I found you and made you follow the warrior path in an impeccable way. Warriors like you live for the florid battle. The consecrate and purify by sacrifice and discipline. They temper their spirit, strengthen their body and dominate their passions. The warrior virtue is the impeccability of their actions; their inspiration is the wisdom of the old grandparents; their objective: Total freedom.

The horizon began to clear; the mountains profile began appear in the blue aurora. The old man and the apprentice were sitting cross-legged, viewing the east. Soon the Sun began to emerge. A huge golden disk slowly seemed to appear from the earth guts. The victorious Sun, leaving the depths of darkness and death, had once again overcome matter inertia and resuscitated in search of the dazzling heights. When the sun finally rose, it looked extremely large and bright; the horizon first caught fire with a faint orange, then with blood-red orange. Night Eagle had before witnessed a sunrise like this.

—You're lucky; the Sun greets you; —the Teacher said— without removing his squinted eyes stare from the Sun. Perhaps you know that this may be the most important day of your life, or the day of your death. Whatever you destiny might be, you have to fight impeccably, not because you care about the result, but because it may be your last battle in this world. In front of death, the warrior lets his spirit flow freely. The Warrior knows that he cannot cheat death, therefore, the only thing he is sure of in life, is that of his own death and this irrevocably becomes the most important moment of his life. In fact, the warrior prepares a lifetime, through multiple daily battles, to get to the last, with which closes the florid battle. So intensely enjoy this wonderful gift that "The force", has given you, it is all yours.

When morning fully came, the teacher took his pupil to a nearby cave and told him:

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