"Seriously, he's still at it?"
"What a nutcase."
"Ha-ha! What good does he think it's going to do? Does he think learning some martial arts is going to make him rich or something?"
The hecklers spoke without any care of their words reaching the ears of the man as he sparred with the vacant air before him. Drenched from head-to-toe in sweat, his entire body had felt like it had been on fire for hours at this point, begging him to stop.
But stopping is the last thing he had in mind. That wasn't quite right; there were hardly any meaningful thoughts flowing through his mind. He simply allowed himself to be swallowed in the process of throwing one fist after another, perfecting the grace of such a maneuver through to be simple into a refined gem.
