The young immortal arrived at the back of the mansion. He walked towards a tree as he forced himself not to cry out of frustration.
"Damn! Damn it!"
He shouted in frustration as he punched numerous times the large pine tree's trunk, making the pine needles and some pine cones fall on the ground.
'I'm so useless!'
Arvid's knuckles started bleeding. Drops of his blood touched the green grass making them red as his eyes were bloodshot, forcing himself not to release his angry tears.
The moment he remembered the event when he couldn't protect Angeal, the girl whom he finds precious, his blood boiled. He was not only angry at their master... but he was especially angry at himself.
The young immortal was confident of himself. He had been training under his father since he was young. He could already fight at an early age and as he grew, he felt satisfied with his progress, knowing that he could protect the girl he loves!
But the event today proved him wrong. It was not enough.
