Chapter 155-2 Black Footprints
The excitement bubbling inside him was much stronger than any feeling of regret for the blood that might flow.
"Hoo... Hah, he... did it. Haha, he really did it..."
Breathing heavily, his body felt like a wreck.
Still, he pushed through to finish his five hundred swings.
Finally, he could reach what was 'normal' for Hiiro Merifar.
Sitting in the estate, he felt like he might drown in his sense of achievement.
"Haha, ha..."
After losing his knight title, he faced his father's wrath and was ordered to stay locked up in the mansion to avoid scandal.
Just before that, he learned from Lastel in the trainee dorm about Hiiro's daily training routine.
Following in his footsteps, he forced himself to do the same.
Of course, at first, he couldn't even manage the basics.
His body, which had skipped training during both academy and trainee days, quickly cried out in pain.
Ignoring it and pushing through only made the pain worse, almost breaking his spirit.
He had to stop and try again the next day, but this time, muscle soreness hit him hard, and he could do even less than before.
If he had to put in effort, he felt like a loser.
Ruzure, who had always chosen the easy way out.
He thought about giving up many times.
But on his way to the bath, he looked in the mirror and saw his tired self, looking like a wet, defeated dog.
"I can do this. Of course, I can. I... can..."
Gritting his teeth, he stood up.
Day after day, he desperately tried to catch up to his goal.
He didn't care if the servants looked at him coldly anymore.
Enduring the sharp pain, his body slowly got stronger, and finally...
Finally, he stood at the entrance.
"........."
The heat in his head slowly cooled down.
Yes, he was still at the entrance.
The point he had reached after fighting so hard was just normal for Hiiro.
Thinking about the distance to the other side, he realized he had no time to celebrate.
His breath and thoughts, once chaotic, began to cool as night fell.
'I'll run ahead first. If you want to follow, go ahead.'
"...Hmph."
How dare he run so far ahead like that.
His curse sticks in his ears, and he can't stand it.
Ruzure snorted, trying to shake off the bitter feeling.
"Next time, I'll do even more than him... starting tomorrow...!"
His whole body aches, and every move sends sharp pain that slows him down.
But despite his worn-out body, his pride burns bright.
Fine.
This time, he'll be the one to leave him behind.
If he can do it, there's no way he can't.
His quiet, firm resolve rolls in his mind without a sound.
Moving stiffly, Ruzure grabs his training sword and stands up.
Not as a noble.
It's his pride as Ruzure that drives him like a wheel turning without stopping.
But.
Just because you try doesn't mean you'll get results.
Like cruel fate can suddenly steal your future.
The demon sneaks in and blocks the path you're supposed to take.
In one breath, it can cover the light of tomorrow.
Ruzure Senegal is about to learn this.
"────Sorry to say, but 'flies' have no tomorrow."
"Huh?"
The sun hasn't even set yet.
But darkness has come to the world.
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