blood || hyunchan

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A hundred and five. .

"What? You already tired?" Malha speaks.

"I.. I can't do it anymore" Hyunjin drops to his knees, his entire body limp and weak.

"Tch. How weak for a starlord. Only a hundred and five sword swings?" Malha speaks, her tone filled with annoyance.

Truth is, Hyunjin could probably hold out for another fifty strikes, but he just didn't want to.

Each day, his mother had him swing a sword for endurance and spiritual power training, he never made it up to her expectations.

"5 lightning strikes."

And each time, he got a punishment.

Coughing. He was spitting up blood now, the force of the lightning is too much.

"Pathetic." Malha spits before leaving Hyunjin on the snowy floor outside.

I can't take this anymore.

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Run.

Run as far as your legs can take you.

Get away from her.

They're catching up.

Faster.

Faster!

Hyunjin ran, ran faster than he had ever did.

He decided to run away, to escape that horrible, horrible place that his mother called home.

But, the guards, the fucking guards.

They're catching up.

So he made a foolish decision.

He gathered his spiritual power quickly. He turned around.

Blood Manipulation.

The guards drop down to the ground as their blood flow stops entirely.

Hyunjin curses, his body now feeling weak due to the power use.

How come, after years of training, he's no where near the level of a god?

He's too weak, he's a disappointment to his father.

After another hour of mindless running, Hyunjin runs out of energy, his body taking a miracle to hold up.

It's so snowy here.

I'm so cold..

After all, he was only wearing a thin silk shirt with long, ruffled sleeves and leather pants.

Of course that's not enough.

Soon, he began losing consciousness, the last thing he heard was footsteps, coming towards him.

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As Hyunjin's eyes flutter open, he finds himself in a comfortable bed, the sheets and blankets softer than anything he has felt before.

As soon as he gets his mind together, he sits up and rubs his eyes, the events of last night suddenly coming back to him.

Wait.