The Author's POV

"Ghua!"

Aaron's eyes shot wide open. Clenching onto his heart, Aaron started hyperventilating. He kept breathing, but with each breath he took, he felt this overwhelming sense of death wash over him.

"Haa...haaa..."

Only after taking a couple more breaths did Aaron finally calm down a little.

'What happened to me?'

He looked beneath him, his bedsheets were soaked in his own sweat. Touching his forehead, Aaron wiped his forehead which was dripping with sweat.

Faint memories started to surface inside of his mind as his face paled considerably.

"Ukh..."

Clenching onto his head and letting out a groan, Arron lifted his head and looked around him.

Wooden floor, white walls, and a white ceiling. He was in his own residence.

"Haa...haaa..."

His hyperventilation did not stop as he bit his lips till his lips bled. his body shook all over. Hugging his body, he repeatedly muttered.

"Spar..e..me...spare...me."

He could feel this vivid sense of pain course through his whole body. He just wanted it to stop.

'What is this smell?'

Sniffing around, Aaron suddenly smelled a strong and pungent smell, reminiscent of that of alcohol. Lowering his head, he pulled his shirt and smelled it.

"It's coming from me."

He mumbled underneath his breath. When he realized this, he pulled himself off his bed and moved straight to the mirror.

He stumbled a couple of times, but it wasn't long before he stood face to face with the mirror.

"...I'm still okay?"

Aaron muttered, touching his face and body all over. Though faint, images of different scenarios propped up inside of his mind. Recalling them his body trembled all over.

The pain.

It felt so vivid. As though he had truly experienced it.

Even now, he couldn't quite get rid of the sense he had experienced.

"It was just a dream, just a dream...I must've drank too much...he's dead for sure."

Aaron repeatedly muttered as he stared at himself in the mirror. It had to be that.

The smell of alcohol in the room and the fact that he was still alright were testaments to that. Also, the fact that the person responsible for torturing him was someone who was supposed to be dead, Aaron realized that there were simply too many holes in his dreams to make it seem that what had happened had truly happened.

He laughed.

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"Hahah, it must've been a bad dream."

His laugh was forced, but he was merely trying his best to remain composed.

Although he had no idea about what happened at the party, he was planning on checking later to make sure it really was a dream.

"Fuuuu..."

But just as Aaron had calmed down, and he had managed to convince himself that everything that had happened last night was merely a dream that came as a result of him getting too drunk, from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a small letter by the side of his desk.

"What's this?"

An ominous feeling washed over him as he laid eyes on the letter.

"Huuuu..."

Taking another deep breath to calm his nerves down, Aaron slowly walked toward the letter. Extending his hand which was trembling, he slowly unfurled the letter.

"...Whew."

he realized that it was just a long list of rules regarding

on his bed,

to stop

felt paranoid about everything. Just

"Ukh!"

sharp pain coursed through the right side of Aaron's head prompting him to flinch slightly. Fortunately, the pain only lasted for a

that hurt,

does the side of my head

***

Thump—!

the ground, I took a white towel from the side and wiped the sweat from

probably forgotten about everything that has

had passed since the incident. The

Aaron was probably thinking something along the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a dream.'

what I wanted him

was merely something for my own self-satisfaction. I had

we were able to somewhat create enough alibies and evidence to make it seem that

"You're early."

room, near my residence. This was a small perk

away, Amanda's voice rang out. Looking at her, I

I'm used to

room was massive, and it was at my disposal, I told the others that they could use it whenever

expect Melissa who did

"You look quite tired."

the dumbbells are pretty

used to the mass-changing properties of my sword, I had to resort to

even if I used the Keiki style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with my movements, my

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would not

her head. Extending her hand, she

hairband on her mouth as she gathered

see, should we

"Yeah."

met up. It was probably the fourth time by now. I was

routine she was used to ever since

to train very early since her days were usually

I developed when training in the wilderness

was

than just training alone. Plus,

regarding Nola

and aiming it at me, Amanda's soft voice rang

"Are you ready?"

breath, extending both of my hands forward, I channeled the wind psyons inside of my body until a green hue shrouded my

helping me train my reflexes

of my lacking aspects was my agility. Not only that, but long-ranged opponents were

big help

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

released the string of her

of light shot out from her bow. Following the first shot, Amanda extended her hand again and pulled the string again before releasing

and more quickly headed in my direction.

them from the distance, my

is going

set a couple of handicaps on myself for this training. I wasn't allowed to

training my agility, this was the most appropriate

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the arrows soon materialized in

the ground, I took

Xiu!

my cheek. Following that arrow, two more arrows arrived in my vicinity. Moving

momentum, I dropped them to the ground and

on my forehead as I found my body progressively getting more

could vividly feel

as

get used to the rhythm and I started to