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"Kuh."
Clatter.
Kim Si-Hun's trembling hand dropped the sword. His body was soaked with cold sweat, and he was breathing heavily.
"Shit."
Si-Hun reached down to grab the practice sword he'd dropped. Just doing that was so exhausting that cold sweat drenched his body like rain.
“Haaa, haaa.”
It felt like he was trying to force his way through a blocked passage.
Si-Hun bit his lip tensely and raised the sword.
Clatter.
The sword fell from his hand again, and the clear sound of steel hitting the floor echoed through the room.
"Shit, shit…!"
He slumped onto the floor. He felt like he was going to cry.
Si-Hun looked at his trembling hands. They were his hands, but they did not feel like it at all.
"I'm sorry for giving…" a voice rang out in his mind.
It was something his mother had said, but it didn't sound like her voice anymore. Rather…
"Become stronger, and…"
Si-Hun recalled the red demon mask and that mocking voice full of contempt and ridicule. The voice that rang in his mind was closer to that of Satan than his mother.
"Shut… up."
Si-Hun frowned and stood up. He...
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