Post by Akemi Shengxiao on Apr 17, 2022 12:06:30 GMT -5
A pearl of sweat ran down his forehead, but he was focused, filled with an iron will that seized every fiber of his being. He will learn, he will improve. He can’t continue in the lonely way of shame. The drowning at the flower blossom fete hurt is feeling while this people just saw him in this vulnerable position. Felt like a crushed insect. That incident reignited the turmoil with his death father. Each word which breaks him a little more each time. Trying to kill himself and just finish with more laughs and be ashamed to be alive. He should die. Akemi extend his hand before him and try to generate some blood. Be stronger. Be better. Be useful. The family will not shine with a little brat just almost die by the karma at the beach. He can’t explain what happen this day and just hope to be able to forget all about it.
Sigh.
A little drop of blood forms above his right palm. He smiles proudly on his progress, but it’s not enough. Akemi whistling a sad tune for helping him to relax and stay focus on his training. He is in the middle of the forest in the noble region. Nobody to distract him or whisper about this blood magic art. People bad mouth about it because they are afraid, they don't understand the pleasure to inflict pain, to feel powerful when you just pressure the blood of someone. One day, they will hear his name with frightening. His flesh warms, wraps itself in his mana, his breathing accelerates while the drop of blood becomes bigger. Moaning comes through his mouth and stops his whistling. More. He needs to do more. More and more.
His nose bleed. He’s overdoing it. His knees tremble under the exertion. It’s never enough, he is too weak. Too stupid. He needs to... The blood shape disappears while he falls on the ground. He hits the ground with his fists.
- Why? Just damn why Im not enough?! Why am I born?
A scream of mixed feeling, he did while his aura mana slowly disappears in the wind. He’s body is wet of sweat and his breath is irregular. He needs to train more. More. Akemi close is eyes and stand again on his trembling legs. He extends his hand before him ready to inflict himself such of pain for trying to improve. Maybe he would pass out, maybe he would finally die. He wishes he can vanish someday. But, he would give reason to his death father.
WC: 434
Sigh.
A little drop of blood forms above his right palm. He smiles proudly on his progress, but it’s not enough. Akemi whistling a sad tune for helping him to relax and stay focus on his training. He is in the middle of the forest in the noble region. Nobody to distract him or whisper about this blood magic art. People bad mouth about it because they are afraid, they don't understand the pleasure to inflict pain, to feel powerful when you just pressure the blood of someone. One day, they will hear his name with frightening. His flesh warms, wraps itself in his mana, his breathing accelerates while the drop of blood becomes bigger. Moaning comes through his mouth and stops his whistling. More. He needs to do more. More and more.
His nose bleed. He’s overdoing it. His knees tremble under the exertion. It’s never enough, he is too weak. Too stupid. He needs to... The blood shape disappears while he falls on the ground. He hits the ground with his fists.
- Why? Just damn why Im not enough?! Why am I born?
A scream of mixed feeling, he did while his aura mana slowly disappears in the wind. He’s body is wet of sweat and his breath is irregular. He needs to train more. More. Akemi close is eyes and stand again on his trembling legs. He extends his hand before him ready to inflict himself such of pain for trying to improve. Maybe he would pass out, maybe he would finally die. He wishes he can vanish someday. But, he would give reason to his death father.
WC: 434
