He did say the training would be brutal.
But what the hell is this?
Is this even training?
And I don't even train at night. I mean, who the hell trains at night?
Right now, I'm under the warm embrace of the glistening rays of the cleaved moon.
And I don't think I'd be able to move from this spot.
Man, i'm starting to regret agreeing to this.
Large chains are tied to both of my ankles. And these chains are connected underground— under the sand.
And now I'm doing nothing. Just sitting on the ground in a lotus position in this front yard. My head's raised up, and my gaze's fixed on the cleaved moon.
I've never really thought of this before but, the cleaved moon.. it's really beautiful.
"Haaaah, what am I saying. I must have gone mad. There's nothing beautiful about it." As I whisper, a weary sigh leaves my lips.
He doesn't want me to run away, that's the reason he chained me here. I just know it. Because, you just can't tell me that this abuse is training.
