ENDLESS

Coping

Royuki had been in the battle of Dunes for two weeks, and he had killed ten people. He had killed soldiers, warriors, and fighters. He had killed men, women, and children. He had killed young, old, and middle-aged. He had killed strong, weak, and average. He had killed confident, nervous, and indifferent. He had killed hopeful, desperate, and resigned. He had killed them all, and he had killed none. He had killed his enemies, his rivals, and his obstacles. He had killed his challenges, his trials, and his dangers. He had killed his competitors, his competitors, and his competitors.

He had killed them with his weapon, his gift, and his secret. He had killed them with his flaming blade, his yellow flame, and his dragon scales. He had killed them with his skill, his technique, and his wisdom. He had killed them with his courage, his intelligence, and his will. He had killed them with his goal, his dream, and his quest. He had killed them with his father, his teacher, and his partner. He had killed them with himself, himself, and himself.

He had killed them, and he had survived. He had survived the enemies, the rivals, and the obstacles. He had survived the challenges, the trials, and the dangers. He had survived the battle, the battle, and the battle. He had survived, and he had advanced. He had advanced to the next round, the next stage, the next level. He had advanced to the top ten, the top five, the top three. He had advanced, and he had succeeded. He had succeeded in his task, his lesson, and his quest. He had succeeded in his goal, his dream, and his destiny. He had succeeded, and he had smiled. He had smiled, he had smiled, he had smiled.

But he had also doubted, and he had doubted a lot. He had doubted his actions, his decisions, and his choices. He had doubted his weapon, his gift, and his secret. He had doubted his skill, his technique, and his wisdom. He had doubted his courage, his intelligence, and his will. He had doubted his goal, his dream, and his quest. He had doubted his father, his teacher, and his partner. He had doubted himself, himself, and himself.

He had doubted, and he had wondered. He had wondered if he was doing the right thing, the good thing, the noble thing. He had wondered if he was following the right path, the good path, the noble path. He had wondered if he was fulfilling the right destiny, the good destiny, the noble destiny. He had wondered, and he had questioned. He had questioned his motives, his reasons, and his purposes. He had questioned his values, his principles, and his morals. He had questioned his ethics, his conscience, and his soul. He had questioned, and he had regretted. He had regretted his actions, his decisions, and his choices. He had regretted his weapon, his gift, and his secret. He had regretted his skill, his technique, and his wisdom. He had regretted his courage, his intelligence, and his will. He had regretted his goal, his dream, and his quest. He had regretted his father, his teacher, and his partner. He had regretted himself, himself, and himself.

He had regretted, and he had felt. He had felt pain, sorrow, and guilt. He had felt anger, hatred, and resentment. He had felt fear, anxiety, and dread. He had felt confusion, conflict, and hesitation. He had felt loneliness, emptiness, and sadness. He had felt, and he had cried. He had cried, he had cried, he had cried.

He had cried, and he had realized. He had realized that this was not what he thought it was, not what he wanted it to be, not what he hoped it would be. He had realized that this was not a game, not a sport, not a fun. He had realized that this was not a challenge, not a test, not a trial. He had realized that this was not a quest, not a dream, not a destiny. He had realized that this was a war, a war, a war. A war that was brutal, bloody, and cruel. A war that was senseless, pointless, and endless. A war that was evil, evil, and evil.

He had realized, and he had changed. He had changed his mind, his heart, and his soul. He had changed his weapon, his gift, and his secret. He had changed his skill, his technique, and his wisdom. He had changed his courage, his intelligence, and his will. He had changed his goal, his dream, and his quest. He had changed his father, his teacher, and his partner. He had changed himself, himself, and himself.

He had changed, and he had decided. He had decided to stop, to quit, and to leave. He had decided to stop fighting, killing, and surviving. He had decided to quit the battle, the battle, and the battle. He had decided to leave the arena, the arena, and the arena. He had decided to stop, to quit, and to leave.

He had decided, and he had acted. He had acted on his decision, his decision, and his decision. He had acted, and he had left. He had left the battle, the battle, and the battle. He had left the arena, the arena, and the arena. He had left his weapon, his gift, and his secret. He had left his skill, his technique, and his wisdom. He had left his courage, his intelligence, and his will. He had left his goal, his dream, and his quest. He had left his father, his teacher, and his partner. He had left himself, himself, and himself.

He had left, and he had returned. He had returned to his home, his past, and his comfort. He had returned to his wooden sword, his bow and arrows, and his traps. He had returned to his books, scrolls, and recordings. He had returned to his travels, experiences, and encounters. He had returned to his life, his life, and his life.

He had returned, and he had smiled. He had smiled, he had smiled, he had smiled.