章節 55: Can you give me one more chance?
Ian's gaze softened, his eyes tracing the determined figure before him.
Sun's first punch landed against the unyielding surface of the boulder, the impact reverberating through his hand and shooting jolts of pain up his arm.
His hand trembled, the ache intensifying with every strike, but he refused to relent.
With each resounding impact, the boulder seemed to absorb not only Sun's physical blows but also his frustration, his fears, and his doubts.
Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, mingling with the creases of concentration etched upon his brow.
The stinging sensation in his hand mirrored the struggle within his heart, a constant reminder of the obstacles he faced.
Ian's voice, firm and unwavering, cut through the air, his words a lifeline of encouragement.
"Don't stop, Sun. Don't stop when you're tired. Stop only when you're done." The weight of those words settled upon Sun's shoulders, pushing him beyond his limits, urging him to persevere.
Summoning every ounce of his willpower, Sun's fists collided with the boulder once more, despite the quivering of his exhausted hand.
Pain surged through his body like a tempest, but he refused to succumb. Each punch became a declaration, an act of defiance against the limitations imposed upon him.
Blood trickled from the wounds on his hand, mingling with the sweat that dripped down his arm.
The metallic tang of sacrifice filled the air, a testament to Sun's unyielding determination. His vision blurred, his body protesting against the strain.
Ian's voice rang out with a mix of frustration and concern, his words sharp and penetrating. He closed the distance between himself and Sun, stepping purposefully toward him.
"Sun, I know you're still hesitating to punch that fucking thing," he declared, his tone demanding Sun's full attention.
As Ian approached, he reached out and gripped Sun's shoulders, his touch both firm and urgent.
"Sun... Look at me. I said, look at me," he implored, his voice filled with a raw intensity. Sun's gaze shifted from his trembling hand to meet Ian's penetrating eyes, tears glistening at the edges.
A hint of disappointment laced Ian's voice as he continued, unyielding.
"Oh, are you gonna cry because of this rock, Sun? Don't look down. Look at me," he urged, his tone a mixture of frustration and tough love.
His words sought to jolt Sun out of his hesitations, to refocus his attention on the larger battle within.
"I said look at me..."
Ian's piercing gaze bore into Sun's tear-filled eyes, his voice softening slightly, revealing a hint of understanding buried beneath his stern exterior.
"There, in your eyes, I can still see your old self," he acknowledged, his words filled with a mix of recognition and disappointment.
"The way I see it, you've got to kill that old self of yours to become strong."
Ian's words hung heavy in the air, challenging Sun to make a choice that would define his path.
The weight of his former self clung to Sun, threatening to keep him shackled to a fate he desperately sought to escape.
As Ian stood before him, awaiting Sun's response, a surge of emotions coursed through Sun's veins.
Tears welled up in Sun's eyes, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear, determination, and defiance.
"If you don't want to, then we can always go back... and maybe you can become the strongest farmer there," Ian offered, his words laced with a subtle hint of disappointment.
But Sun's heart refused to relent. The fire within him burned brighter than ever, urging him to defy the limitations imposed upon him.
He mustered his courage and found his voice, whispering through choked sobs, "No..."
Ian's confusion echoed in his question, "What?"
Sun lifted his gaze, meeting Ian's unwavering eyes with a newfound resolve.
"I will do it," he declared, his voice quivering with a mix of determination and vulnerability.
The weight of his choice settled upon him like a heavy burden, a testament to the depth of his commitment.
Perplexed by Sun's sudden change of heart, Ian probed further, demanding confirmation. "You will what?"
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Sun mustered the strength to repeat his pledge, louder this time, his voice quivering but resolute.
"I will destroy the stone," he declared, each word infused with unwavering conviction.
Ian, however, was not satisfied. He sought to awaken the dormant strength within Sun, to elicit a declaration that would shake the very foundations of his being.
His demand for a louder affirmation sliced through the silence, piercing Sun's trembling heart.
Summoning every ounce of his courage, Sun locked eyes with his teacher, tears streaming down his face, and shouted,
"I will destroy the stone!"
A flicker of pride gleamed in Ian's eyes as he watched Sun's unwavering resolve take shape. But he wasn't done yet.
He pressed further, pushing Sun to dig deeper, to unleash the roaring determination within him.
"Again..." Ian urged, his voice resonating with the weight of the moment.
Summoning all the strength he could muster, Sun's voice quivered, but his words rang out clear and resolute.
"I will destroy the fucking stone!" he exclaimed, the expletive punctuating his declaration with a raw intensity that mirrored the fire burning within him.
A knowing smile tugged at the corner of Ian's lips. He had witnessed Sun's transformation, the rebirth of a warrior spirit on the precipice of greatness.
"Good," Ian affirmed, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and anticipation.
"Then do it... and prove to me that you still have what it takes to become the strongest."
Sun's body felt heavy and battered, his energy drained from the relentless assault on the unyielding boulder.
Blood, a stark testament to his unwavering determination, stained the landscape, mingling with the earth beneath his trembling form.
Collapsed on the ground, he lay there, his breath ragged and his muscles quivering with exhaustion.
Slowly, consciousness returned to Sun, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal a world swirling with hazy shapes and blurred colors.
Confusion clouded his thoughts as he found himself draped over his teacher's back, the rhythmic movement of Ian's footsteps reverberating through his weary body.
"What... What are you doing?" Sun managed to croak, his voice weak and laden with desperation, as if clinging to the last remnants of hope.
A heavy sigh escaped Ian's lips, filled with a tinge of disappointment.
"I think I have seen enough to know that you don't have what it takes," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and firm resolve.
Sun's heart sank, his hopes threatened to crumble beneath the weight of Ian's words. He pleaded, desperation lacing his voice,
"Oh, please... give me another chance. I can do better, I swear!"
But Ian remained resolute, his footsteps never faltering as he continued his trek back to the village.
His silence spoke volumes, the unspoken message echoing through the air. Doubt crept into Sun's mind, eroding his confidence as he clung to Ian's back, a mere passenger on a journey he desperately wished to continue.
Unbeknownst to Sun, a plan was unfolding within Ian's mind.
A test, perhaps, to gauge the depth of Sun's determination.
Suddenly, without warning, Ian abruptly halted, his muscular frame tensing before swiftly tossing Sun from his back.
Sun, caught off guard, crashed onto the ground, his body jolting with the impact.
Pain radiated through Sun's body, his breath momentarily stolen as he lay sprawled on the earth beneath him.
Dust and debris swirled around him, dancing in the air like mocking specters. Confusion and hurt clouded his expression as he gazed up at Ian, searching for answers that seemed just out of reach.
Though his body ached and his spirit wavered, a flicker of defiance ignited within Sun.
He pushed himself up from the ground, determination glinting in his eyes, refusing to succumb to defeat.
The fire that had burned within him, though dimmed, still held the power to ignite his resolve once more.
Through gritted teeth, Sun's voice trembled with a mix of determination and pleading.
"Teacher... please... don't give up on me. I can prove myself. Just... give me another chance."
"You cry on a fucking stone like a baby that got abandoned by his family and collapse on the ground like a little girl. I don't want to deal with this anymore."
Ian's words pierced through Sun's battered heart, each syllable laden with disappointment and frustration.
His voice, once a source of guidance and encouragement, now laced with a bitter edge, tore at Sun's resolve.
Tears welled up in his eyes, his spirit wounded by the sharpness of Ian's criticism.
Desperation welled within Sun, his voice cracking with a mix of pleading and determination. "Just... give me another chance," he implored, his voice trembling with the weight of his words.
"I will prove it to you. I won't let you down."
Ian's silence lingered, hanging heavy in the air, as if weighing the value of Sun's plea against the doubts that plagued his mind.
The pain radiating from Sun's injured hand, a physical manifestation of his struggle, became a visible reminder of his perseverance in the face of adversity.
After what felt like an eternity, Ian finally relented, his voice gruff yet laced with a glimmer of reluctant hope.
"Alright, last chance," he conceded, his gaze locked with Sun's.
The intensity of that moment held their destinies in precarious balance, the weight of their unspoken expectations hanging between them like a fragile thread.
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