Chapter 42: The Tyrant

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Power... I crave power...

I was born frail. I couldn't do most things that others could do, and they've always looked down on me...

Those disgusting pitiful looks they give me...

"Again."

I can't give up... I need more...

"Again."

More skill.

"Again."

More strength.

"Again."

More speed.

"You can't keep going, kid. You're going to pass out."

"What are you doing here? Get lost..."

The buff man walked towards me.

"Don't just use brute strength. You gotta hit the vital points..."

"I know that..."

I don't need your help, why are you doing this?

You're looking down on me, just like the others...

"Listen, I'll help you become strong."

"Why?"

The gaze he has is different than others.

"You have the potential and will..."

He chuckles, ruffling my hair.

"Come on, I'll show you."

His movements... agile and sharp. His accuracy is insane... the footwork, it's incredible... who is this man?

"So, willing to learn from me?"

"If you can make me stronger..."

I look at him with a determined gaze.

"Please help me."

...

It's been months since I started training with him, I've gotten stronger, gained more muscles, and have become more agile..

Even then, I still can't beat this old man...

What's with him?

"Come on, get up. Never back down, pick yourself up again."

Ugh... he packs a punch... he isn't even holding back on a kid...

"Pay attention to my movements, predict what I'll do next."

I raise my arms, clench my fists. They're rough after training.

He comes at me, full speed. This time, I dodge to the side. He smirks.

"You're finally learning, good. Now... to introduce to you the most important thing when it comes to fighting..."

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