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."

a sigh of relief. Reading through the contents of the letter, he realized

on his bed, he let out another

to

since waking up, he felt paranoid about everything. Just the slightest thing

"Ukh!"

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

the area that

side of my head

***

Thump—!

dumbbell onto the ground, I took a white towel from the side and

about everything that has

days had passed since the incident.

the lines of, 'Everything I went through is a dream.' or

was exactly what I wanted him to

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

and evidence to make it seem

"You're early."

a private training room, near my residence. This

away, Amanda's voice rang out. Looking

I'm used

was massive, and it was at my disposal, I told the others

expect Melissa who did not want to have anything to

"You look quite tired."

dumbbells

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

the Keiki style and increased the mass of the sword halfway through my swing, by the time I was done with my movements, my sword would just drop to the ground and an opening

"How heavy?"

"About 500kg?"

"...That much?"

lower would not

Extending her hand, she took out her

small hairband on her mouth as she gathered

see, should we do the

"Yeah."

probably the fourth time by now.

she was used to ever

she had to train very early since her days were usually very busy

a habit I developed when training in the wilderness back

this was good for

than just training alone. Plus, there

regarding Nola and my

her bow and aiming it at me, Amanda's soft voice

"Are you ready?"

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

Amanda was helping me train my reflexes

aspects was my agility. Not only that,

big help to

"Ready."

"Okay, I'm starting."

string

out from her bow. Following the first

after she shot her first arrow, two more arrows shot out and following this more and more quickly headed in my direction. It wasn't long before a wall made

the distance, my face turned

is going to be

training. I wasn't allowed to use any skill or

agility, this was the most

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

the air like missiles, the arrows

my foot onto the ground, I

Xiu!

in my vicinity. Moving my hands in front of me, twisting my heel, I swiftly grabbed the bodies

to the ground and did the

my forehead as I found my body progressively getting more and more tired with each

I could vividly feel myself getting better and better at moving in tight

my eyes as I continued

to the rhythm and I started to