Kapitel 56: Not that I'm anywhere
He took a deep breath, preparing himself to throw another punch. Even though his previous strike had left him hurting, he pushed through the pain.
Tears streamed down his face as his tired eyes began to droop, but he let out a scream and continued to land blows on the unyielding boulder.
His voice echoed with each punch, a mixture of agony and determination reverberating in the air.
He repeated the pattern, screaming and striking, screaming and striking, desperate to stay conscious.
The blood from his wounded hands mixed with his sweat, a visible testament to his unwavering effort.
In his relentless assault, he teetered on the brink of exhaustion.
His body protested, but he refused to give up. His vision blurred, and a trickle of blood ran from his nose, evidence of his physical strain.
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The boulder groaned, emitting ominous cracks that reverberated through the air. Sun Hand, numbed by the relentless assault, ceased to feel anything.
Gasping for breath, his chest heaving, he gazed towards his teacher with a flicker of hope in his eyes.
A subtle nod passed between them, an unspoken affirmation of his progress. A bittersweet smile tugged at sun lips, an expression reflecting the mingling emotions of triumph and surrender.
His consciousness teetered on the edge, like a delicate feather caught in the wind. The world around him blurred, the vivid colors fading into a hazy tapestry.
Darkness encroached, wrapping its velvety cloak around him, as his relentless exertion finally exacted its toll.
As the night enveloped the surroundings, Sun roused from his slumber, his eyes adjusting to the dimness.
His gaze fell upon his teacher, diligently preparing a meal over a crackling fire.
Slowly attempting to rise, a jolt of pain shot through his hand, drawing his attention. His eyes narrowed in surprise as he discovered a layer of medicine expertly applied to the injured area.
"Sit down, I'll bring it to you," his teacher said, a tone of care underlying the words.
Sun complied, easing himself back onto the ground, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
"Oh, where did this medicine come from? I thought you hadn't bought any," Sun questioned, his voice laced with genuine wonder.
"I didn't bough it; I made it," his teacher replied, a hint of pride seeping into the words.
Sun's eyebrows arched, a mix of awe and fascination playing across his features. "You know how to make medicine?"
A soft smile graced his teacher's face as they responded, their voice carrying a tinge of reminiscence.
"Oh, yes. In the face of danger, I always had to rely on my own resourcefulness to survive."
With a plate of food in hand, the teacher made his way toward Sun, his footsteps steady against the backdrop of crackling flames.
As he crouched down to adjust the fire, Sun couldn't help but voice the burning question that had lingered within him.
"Teacher, why did you come here? You once mentioned that you were someone famous," Sun inquired, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
The teacher paused, his gaze fixed upon the dancing flames, a hint of sadness clouding his eyes.
After a moment, he met Sun's gaze, his voice tinged with a mixture of vulnerability and resilience.
"Why did I come here?" He repeated softly, his voice carrying the weight of untold stories.
"I had nothing left... I had lost everything and everyone. That's why I sought solace in this place."
A wave of empathy washed over Sun as he absorbed the teacher's words. He felt a pang of sorrow for the untold hardships and the losses that had shaped his mentor's path.
The crackling fire seemed to echo the flickering emotions between them, casting dancing shadows upon their faces.
"I'm sorry," Sun murmured, his voice laden with a sincere compassion he had never quite realized before.
The teacher moved closer, settling down beside Sun, their presence a comforting balm. He handed him a plate of food, a simple act carrying profound significance.
In that shared moment of sitting side by side, nourishing their bodies while their souls intertwined, an unspoken bond blossomed.
The crackling fire painted their silhouettes against the night sky, casting a warm glow upon their faces.
It was a scene of solace and connection amidst the vast expanse of solitude.
And in that fragile sanctuary, both student and teacher found solace, understanding, and the beginning of healing.
"Sun, the choice is yours. If you don't wish to pursue this path, then don't. I've been judged all my life, and now I yearn for a life free from those judgments. But if you do want to embark on this journey," the teacher spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of understanding and guidance.
As he handed the plate of food to Sun, his gaze carried a depth of wisdom.
"Remember, the journey to become strong is no easy feat. It is brutal, burdensome, and filled with challenges that are complex and numerous. Who knows what trials may lie ahead if you choose to walk this path. But in overcoming those challenges, you will emerge stronger."
Sun's voice trembled with gratitude as he accepted the nourishment offered.
"Teacher, I am grateful for your guidance, for leading me on this path towards strength."
"To become strong," the teacher emphasized, their words carrying weight and conviction,
"you must conquer yourself. In the process, you will need to shed your old self, the self that holds you back. Once you've accomplished that, true strength will flow through you, and you will continue to grow even stronger."
Sun fell silent, contemplating the profound truth embedded in his teacher's words.
With determined resolve, he attempted to eat his meal, only to find his hand unresponsive.
Frustration washed over him, but before despair could settle in, his teacher stepped in, extending a helping hand.
"You may find it hard to believe, but this is the path that led me to become strong," the teacher shared, their voice laced with a sense of reflection.
"I had to embrace being different, to do things that were deemed bad, unheroic, or even deemed impossible. Life reaches a point where you face that pivotal moment, that one decision, that one choice, that action that alters the course of your existence forever."
His words hung heavy in the air, pregnant with the weight of consequences.
"That choice can lead to regret,guilt,anger,remorse,self-loathing ,self-doubt,hate, shame, embarrassment, and even push you to the brink of depression or thoughts of self-destruction impacting overall sense of self. Yet, despite the darkness, you keep pushing forward. Because, in the end, it's just you and yourself."
Sun remained silent, absorbing the weight of his teacher's words.
Each syllable carried the echoes of a profound transformation, urging him to consider the significance of his own choices.
"The pain you are willing to endure is a reflection of how fiercely you desire it," the teacher continued, their voice both firm and compassionate. "Ultimately, the choice lies within you."
Sun's eyes glimmered with a resolute longing. "I want to be strong," he declared, his voice filled with a quiet determination that echoed through the night.
A spark of pride glimmered in the teacher's eyes. "Sun, I felt a surge of pride when I witnessed your unwavering resolve, even as consciousness slipped away."
Their gazes locked, a silent exchange of understanding passing between them. In that shared moment, the teacher's words resonated deeply within Sun's soul.
"When your mind insists that you're done, exhausted, and unable to take another step, know this: you are only halfway there," the teacher asserted, their words carrying a profound truth.
Sun let out a heavy sigh, his eyes fixed on the imposing boulder before him.
"I'm willing to face many challenges, but that boulder... it's just too much," he admitted, his frustration evident in his voice.
The teacher turned towards Sun, his gaze filled with understanding.
"There's no better way to grow as a person than to confront the things you dislike," he shared,his words carrying a sense of quiet intensity.
"It's in those moments of difficulty and discomfort that you truly discover who you are."
Sun listened attentively, the weight of those words sinking in. They held a profound truth, like a key to unlocking a deeper understanding of himself.
"Everyone reaches a point where they feel like giving up," the teacher continued, their voice filled with wisdom and empathy.
"But it's in those moments, the choices we make, that define our self."
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