Pain is weakness leaving the body...?
I wonder if this is when it happened.
When it started.
I've gone through many fights by now.
Countless enemies I've crushed and killed.
I thought I was immature. I thought I was insecure. I thought that was the reason I fought the way I did.
Taking my time, letting my opponent show all of the cards it holds, waiting patiently for them... I was arrogant.
But maybe I wasn't?
Maybe this is the reason.
Not fight the optimal way, letting it get worse over and over again...
It's a part of me. Ingrained in my body and soul. Maybe that's why I've been living that way without even knowing it.
Lying on the ground, unable to breathe or scream, pain like no other...
That wasn't a special day or something. It was just the first.
No matter how many times I passed out, I kept training.
No matter how many times my whole body screamed at me to stop, I kept going.
