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❝A strong understanding: this is what will bring you closer.❞— seeker
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Final selection
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"No! I don't want to—" Zenitsu was clinging onto Shinku's waist, his tear stained face buried to her stomach for comfort.
"Cut it out, you fool! This is no time for you to act like a wimp, soon the final selection is starting." Jigoro harshly exclaimed, he keeps tugging off Zenitsu away from Shinku, but the boy wouldn't budge in.
Three years have passed since the event when Zenitsu fully utilized the first form unconsciously.
To say the least, when the elderly former swordsman heard her story about Zenitsu's unique ability. Jigoro was greatly influenced to put more rigorous training for Zenitsu's well-being.
It took three painful years for Zenitsu to be deemed as fully prepared to partake the final selection exam.
In which the latter wholeheartedly refuses, having heard from his master that countless of participants soon meet their fate upon the severity of danger they faces in the exam.
"Shinku-chan, please do something. I don't want to go—" Zenitsu's voice turning whiny and afraid for his future, his eyes catching her attention as she simply sighed upon their rambunctious energy.
Finally, the shrieking male was forcibly separated from her. An angry former pillar clobber his student for being a scaredy-cat, "Quit thinking that you'll die. Have some little faith in yourself, you moron!"
Clutching his head in pain, the yellow ball of sunshine snapped a retort to his mentor.
"But gramps, how can I not be afraid?! When you intend to send me to a battlefield without an armor?! Don't you think this is unfair to me, I'm incredibly weak to fight against demons! Heck, seeing them would cause me to run in fright!"
He howled, sensing the old man would refute his comments.
"Zenitsu, you damn coward. You got a nichirin sword to protect yourself. I wouldn't send you off without a weapon, you brat!" Kuwajima swinging his wooden cane, threatening to whack Zenitsu's noncompliance attitude.
"Eek!"
Zenitsu's face were filled with terror-stricken and his fear multiplied.
