Liam was now a little more than 14 years old.
There was no pumpkin pie or hug of warmth for celebration.
In fact, Liam didn't even celebrate.
That sentiment had died with Eve, replaced with a merciless drive to move forward.
Currently, Liam was in his basement holding a pair of blades, standing opposite to a bulky, steel-reinforced training dummy.
Liam looked taller by several inches, with his broad shoulders and lean body highlighting his growing physique.
His lustrous blonde hair was shortened, reaching just below his neck.
Inspecting the katana and wakizashi in his hands, he grinned.
It was a Rank 2 lower-tier item!
Glowing, blood-red writings riddled their surface and gave the blades a dangerous air.
Liam made significant progress during the peaceful period.
There was no fighting, cursing or pain… of course, besides the cuts and migraines Liam inflicted on himself.
