The sound of fists pounding against rough bark echoed through the woods. The Hunters gritted their teeth, sweat dripping from their brows as they relentlessly punched their trees. But no matter how hard they hit, the trees remained unyielding, refusing to fall.
Among them, the B-rank guy clenched his fists tighter, a low groan escaping his lips. The memory of Seung—someone he'd once deemed weak—toppling his tree with a single move played over and over in his mind.
'How did he do that so effortlessly?' the B-rank Hunter wondered bitterly.
His knuckles whitened as he raised his fist high. Frustration boiled within him, and with a furious roar, he lunged at the tree again. This time, the force of his punch reverberated through the woods, and finally, the tree crashed to the ground.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!