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Chapter 7 - NIGHTMARE OF TRAINING

🔥 Scene 1: The Frost Gauntlet

> Snowstorm. Midnight. Rudra — 13 years old — is shirtless, barefoot, wrists shackled by iron weights, standing in knee-deep snow on a frozen cliff.

Alex (coldly):

"This is the Frost Gauntlet. You last six hours, or I drag your corpse down myself."

Rudra: (shivering, teeth chattering)

"I-I can't feel… my legs…"

Alex:

"Then freeze and die. Only corpses make excuses."

> Rudra screams into the wind. His skin cracks. He's not just cold — he's dying.

> Somewhere in the storm, a faint blue glow pulses in his chest. A whisper... or a memory?

> He stands. Screaming. Bleeding. Alive.

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🔥 Scene 2: Trial by Fire

> Noon. A ring of burning oil. The "Trial of Ash" — a tradition of Division 7 for candidates without noble blood.

Alex (watching from a tower):

"You want to fight in shadows? Then bleed in fire."

> Rudra runs barefoot across burning coals, carrying a 50-kg iron sword. He stumbles. Falls. Hands blister. Flesh sizzles.

> He vomits, wipes his mouth with a scorched hand, and keeps going.

> On the third lap, his legs collapse. Alex turns away. "Too weak."

> Rudra crawls the last stretch. He screams until his throat tears. He passes out just past the finish line.

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🔥 Scene 3: Death Match – Wooden Sword Duel

> Night. Training arena lit by torches. Rudra's eyes are sunken. No food. No rest. His opponent? Alex. Again.

Alex (bored):

"Attack. Or I'll break your legs and say you slipped."

> Rudra lunges. Alex sidesteps, slams the hilt into his spine. Again. Again. Again. Blood from the nose. Fractured rib.

> But Rudra doesn't stop. Even crawling, he fights.

Alex (finally showing a flicker of respect):

"…You're still standing."

Rudra (half-conscious):

"…Not standing… but I'm not down."

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🔥 Scene 4: The Near-Death Awakening

> Collapsed under the waterfall of Thrakal Gorge — a legendary trial where even adult Shadow Soldiers died.

> Rudra's body was broken. Vision blurred. Every breath was blood.

> Then — something inside him ignited.

> Not rage. Not fear. A presence. Like thunder in his bones, a third eye opening in silence.

> The water split for a moment. The cliff cracked beneath him.

> Alex, watching from above, narrowed his eyes:

Alex (to Elden):

"…That boy… there's something different in him.

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