Nhazul Hatake did not start out as a cold and violent individual, only through the act of pain, agony, weakness and betrayal, did he start to become cold...In order to return home to his sister. He swore he won't let anyone or anything stand in his...
As Nhazul's Job Change would continue on, he would rush towards the massive horde. Surrounded by endless knights, he is desperate and pushed to his physical limits. With no mana left for his skills and his fatigue peaking, Nhazul fights back with everything he has left, using just his bare hands. Running out of stamina, covered in sweat, and his hands cut and bloodied, he doesn't give up. Knight after knight are felled but they just keep coming.
Nhazul's thoughts: Damn it...! There's just no end to them...!
As Nhazul continued to fight, against the sea of knights, for every knight he took down, two more took their place.
Nhazul's thoughts: I've always been at the bottom...! Always been weak! Never stand up for myself! Never again! I won't go back! I won't!
As Nhazul continued to fight on, he felt the tide beginning to turn, however while briefly distracted, a knight's sword found its mark, slashing through his chest.
Nhazul: AHHH!!!
Nhazul cried in pain as he was hurled against a another stone pillar, slumping to the ground, panting and battered. As he lay there, he weakly tried getting up.
Nhazul's thoughts: Get up...! Stand up...! You have to survive...!
Soon, the sound of laughter caught Nhazul's attention, quickly remembering it to be that of his classmates. Weakly looking up, he'd see their vestiges surround him, mocking and derisive him.
Kouki: Weak!
Ryutarou: Pathetic!
Daisuke: Just give up and die already!
Their voices echoed in his mind like a relentless taunt, soon the others, including Kaori, Shizuku, Aiko, Yuka and even Hajime, Yue and Shea began adding on, chipping away at his resolve. It wasn't just their words that hurt; it was the realization that they might be right.
Nhazul: ...
???: You're getting what you deserve.
Immediately recognizing the voice, Nhazul looked up to see a shadowy figure standing before him, his past self, a version of him that had long since been buried away under layers of his conviction, hardship and determination.
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Weak Nhazul: Nhazul.
Nhazul: You...
Soon the Weak Nhazul began to look at Nhazul, surprised by how much he's changed.
Weak Nhazul: I gotta ask, is this really me? I can hardly recognize myself. Taller, and in much better shape. Looking pretty strong.
Nhazul: ...
Weak Nhazul: But the differences are only skin deep. On the inside, I'm still weak. And it looks like I'm about to die again. What are you even doing? This is pointless.
