"Well, this wasn't a shocking turn of events… I need to keep doing this whenever I heal enough," Jake thought. "Something tells me that I will have to deal with a lot of things that will shock me in this world."
In the end, Jake ended up doing that pretty much every thirty seconds. Now that he wasn't fighting, he finally had the chance to wonder why he wanted to get stronger so badly. To the point that he would have to endure something like that. Was it because he hated the idea that someone could kill him? Was it because he disliked being below others in any aspect? He couldn't answer… all he knew was that something inside him never let him get too lax.
"That would be something useful to have in other fields of life… it isn't like I dislike the feeling of defeating others, but…" Jake said and then scratched the back of his head. "I must be getting old since I am trying to find the meaning of my life…"
