Through the dark and overgrown road, he ran. Through the hills and valley where he almost fell, he ran. He ran for his life from a monster that looked like a cross between a slim and a large molten black bear that just looked at him and went its own way, after collecting himself, he ran.
Through his boots tearing and deciding to throw them away, walking with his own two feet on the road, he ran. Choosing to forgo sleep even as tired as he was, he ran. through the night and day he marched.
'Fuck!!! even in the school training camps I never had it this bad!!!'
Nolmine was starting to lose his cool. Not sleeping for so long and constantly having his guard up was tiring him even more. Not to mention that he had been constantly vibrating his body with his even though it did nothing to relieve the pain of walking barefoot. His mind and body were tired.
