"I always felt my father was too strict with me, not letting me do this or that."
"Most importantly, he almost never let me out of his sight, and I had to stay home all day."
"Mindlessly training my body, honing my skills, and increasing my strength."
"It was really painful, truly!"
Bazel turned to look at Helen, smiling as he said:
"So when I saw you start training, I wondered when you'd give up."
"But you're stronger than I was. If it had been me back then, I definitely would've slacked off."
"Then, Uncle Bazel, what happened next?" Helen asked, sensing a heaviness in Bazel's story.
"My father was very strong. Even before I left home, I had never defeated him once."
"But strangely, my father was always injured. Sometimes he would secretly hide and cough up blood, and I never noticed any sign of him fighting others."
"But back then, I was too young to understand. Instead..."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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