Into The Reality

Chapter 34:- Love and Curiosity

The next day…

Kichu and Roco were lying flat on the floor, completely drained. Exhaustion had already gone past its limits. They couldn’t even lift their fingers.

“Get up! Falling in just twelve hours of training? Pathetic. I thought you were talented, but I was wrong,” Fizz said, still sitting on the same chair he had occupied for the entire twelve hours.

“I… can’t,” Kichu forced the words out.

“You can’t? Hah… Kid, I used to train twenty hours a day for a month straight. If I want, I can put you through the same,” Fizz replied.

“Let us rest for a while…” Roco pleaded.

“Rest is not an option. Get up if you don’t want my soul energy treatment.” Fizz smirked.

At that, Kichu and Roco instantly stood up, moving mechanically. A shiver ran through both of them.

“We… don’t want that,” they said together, robotically.

“Good,” Fizz said, satisfied.

“Why are you treating them like this?” Mira asked, appearing with a tray of food in her hands.

Kichu and Roco’s eyes immediately locked on the food. The smell hit their noses like lightning, and their bodies moved on instinct.

“It’s just training, no need to worry,” Fizz assured her.

“You call this training? They haven’t eaten for hours!” Mira scolded.

“Ah… it’s for their own good,” Fizz said, glancing at Kichu and Roco—who were already devouring the food.

It couldn’t even be called eating; they were practically throwing it straight into their stomachs.

“Look at them. They’re starving.” Mira sighed and handed them water.

“Thanks,” Kichu said, finally able to breathe after gulping down his food.

Mira smiled and served him another bowl of rice.
“Eat as much as you like.”

“Isn’t it tiring to cook in your condition?” Roco asked.

“No, it’s completely fine. I can move well with this wheelchair now. To think—I’ve been feeling much better since I left that planet. I can’t just sit all day, so…” she replied with a warm smile.

Kichu looked at her seriously. “I forgot to ask… when did your illness start?”

Mira went silent.

Realizing his mistake, Kichu put his food down. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” Mira interrupted softly. “I’m just happy I have someone to talk to now.”

Her voice trembled as she continued.
“It started almost ten years ago. I began coughing blood. My parents… they didn’t care much about me back then. Can’t blame them—they were just trying to survive, moving from place to place. Then Marley was born. I thought things would change, but it only got worse. They left him with me and gone. I worked in so many places to raise him. Then… when he turned four, my fate caught up with me. My legs stopped moving. My life became a bed. From that day, my brother Marley started suffering too.” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“How old were you then?” Kichu asked gently.

“When Marley was five, I was seventeen.”

“Huh… so you’re twenty now?” Kichu asked, shocked.