Aoroi's boots clicked against the cobblestones as he trudged back to his dorm room after class. The sun beat down on him, but he barely noticed the heat. His thoughts churned like dark storm clouds, focused entirely on Valeria and how he would make her pay.
He had come here for one purpose only - revenge. He never expected to make friends, to feel at home in this strange, emoji-filled land. But somehow, against his better judgement, he had let his guard down. He had allowed himself to get attached.
Aoroi sighed, pausing in the middle of the path. He stared up at the clear blue sky as students milled around him. What was he doing? He was going soft. Making friends would only distract him from his mission.
"Hey Aoroi, wait up!"
Aoroi turned to see Mirrai jogging to catch up with him. Her usual bright smile was plastered across her face.
"We still on for eating together tonight?" she asked. "I wanna see if I can finally pin you down at an eating contest!"
Aoroi forced a smile. "Wouldn't miss it."
As Mirrai waved and walked away, Aoroi felt a pang in his chest. He had to stop letting people in. Caring about them would make everything harder in the end. He was a lone wolf - it had to always be that way.
With renewed determination, Aoroi strode toward the dorms. He would do what needed to be done. Valeria would pay, no matter the cost.
Aoroi slid his key card into the lock and entered his dorm room, the door clicking shut behind him. It was a small, simple space - just a bed, desk, and wardrobe. But it had become more of a home to him over the past few weeks than anywhere had in a long time.
He set his backpack down and sank onto the edge of the bed, running his hands over the soft comforter. On the desk, his training equipment lay neatly organized - weights, gloves, meditation notebook. The tools he used to prepare for his revenge.
Aoroi knew he should get up, get ready for training. But he found himself immobilized, lost in thought. Making friends had never been part of the plan. He was supposed to keep his distance, stay focused. But Emoji Land had caught him off guard with its warmth and welcoming nature.
Mirrai, Bombshell, Shin - they had all managed to chip away at the walls he had built around himself upon arrival. And he had let them, despite his better judgement.
With a shake of his head, Aoroi stood abruptly. It didn't matter now. He had a mission, and he would see it through, no matter what stood in his way.
Grabbing his training gear, Aoroi steeled himself once more. He didn't need friends. All he needed was revenge.
Aoroi stepped into the small bathroom adjacent to his dorm room. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, as if trying to wash away his conflicted thoughts.
Looking up at his reflection in the mirror, he studied his own eyes - they contained a hardness borne of isolation and anger. This mission to stop the virus conquest had given him purpose again. He had to see it through, had to make Valeria pay for what she'd done.
Aoroi quickly changed into his training clothes - a fitted black shirt and loose athletic pants. As he began wrapping his hands in preparation for some weight lifts, his mind wandered back to Mirrai and the others. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest at the thought of leaving them behind when this was all over.
Shaking his head again, he pushed those thoughts away. He couldn't afford attachments, not when he was getting closer to getting his revenge on Valeria each passing day. All that mattered was stopping the virus conquest by any means necessary.
Aoroi took a deep breath and focused his mind, visualizing Valeria's face. His hands curled into fists almost involuntarily. Soon, he told himself. Soon she would get what was coming to her.
With his resolve strengthened, Aoroi headed back into his room to begin his training session. He had a mission to complete.
Aoroi moved with purpose as he walked over to the sturdy oak wardrobe in the corner of his dorm room. He pulled open the doors, the wood creaking slightly, and gazed at the sparse belongings within.
Methodically, he removed his black backpack from the top shelf. It was durable and would hold everything he needed for the survival camp. Next came his pair of worn but reliable combat boots. He set them on the floor beside the backpack.
Finally, Aoroi's eyes landed on the meditation notebook resting in the back of the table. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of all the times he had used the notebook in the past. Then, jaw set, he grasped the edge of the notebook and added the weapon to his growing collection of supplies.
As Aoroi mentally catalogued the rest of the gear he would need, he felt his determination rising. This survival camp was the perfect opportunity to hone his skills and prepare for his ultimate showdown with Viruses.
He could already picture Valeria's smug face transforming into shock and pain when he finally got his revenge. The image fueled Aoroi's motivation to succeed at any cost. He would let nothing stand in his way, not even the bonds of friendship he had started to form here. His mission came first, above all else.
Zipping up the packed backpack, Aoroi took one last look around the room. He was ready for whatever challenges awaited him. Soon his revenge would be complete, and Valeria would regret the day she crossed him. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder, Aoroi strode purposefully out the door.
Aoroi stepped out into the cobblestone pathway, the weight of the packed backpack a reminder of the difficult journey ahead. As he made his way across the quiet campus, he reflected on the importance of this survival camp.
It would push him to his limits, force him to draw on every ounce of his training and determination. He would emerge stronger, hardened, and ready to complete his mission.
This camp was a necessary trial, one more step on the path to his ultimate goal.
Aoroi had no illusions - he knew the survival camp would be unforgiving. But he welcomed the challenge. Hardship only served to make victory sweeter.
As he visualized success, Aoroi felt the fire burning within. He would withstand whatever nature threw at him. Hunger, cold, exhaustion - none of it would break his will.
With his preparations complete, Aoroi was prepared both mentally and physically. He had the gear, the skills, and above all, the drive to push through anything. This camp would only feed the flames of his purpose.
Soon he would have the strength needed to defeat the viruses once and for all. Let Valeria savor her triumph while she still could - her downfall was coming. And Aoroi would be there to watch her world crumble.
The time had almost arrived. He was ready.