Seth found himself in a predicament, unable to choose either option. His body throbbed with pain, and he lay on the ground, focusing his efforts on slowly healing himself to the point where he could at least manage to walk back to their motel room.
Just as he neared the threshold of his own recovery, Old Man Raito made his return, his tone resolute. "Let's go again," he declared, leaving Seth with no choice but to summon the strength to rise and brace himself for another round of intense beating.
Seth responded with a weary tone, his body protesting as he struggled to lift himself from the ground. "I don't think I can..."
Old Man Raito, however, saw through his pretense and scoffed, his voice tinged with amusement. "Enough with the act. They've all left now. Heal yourself and get up; it's not as if I hit you that hard," he remarked with a smirk, revealing the facade of their training for what it was.
