Meanwhile, in another training room, Barak was training like a madman.
'Fuck! Fuck! His thoughts were a roar in his head. I swear I'll make him regret taking away what should have been my glorious school life. A cursed child… Damn you, Nero!'
His hatred for Nero had reached unfathomable depths, boiling hotter with every passing day—especially after catching sight of his own sister showing interest in him. Barak knew exactly what that meant. She was biding her time, quietly observing, weighing Nero's worth before deciding if he was fit to be recruited.
That possibility gnawed at him. If she saw potential… then their father surely would too. And Barak knew his father better than anyone—an unforgiving man who valued people solely by their worth. Bring glory to the family, and you were embraced. Fail to prove yourself, and you were discarded like trash.
