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Watching their earnest and passionate expressions, Yves King's eyes seemed filled with a nostalgia that welled up unchecked. How many times had he and his brothers been similarly impassioned, supporting each other through thick and thin, persistently striving towards their goals, one step at a time?
No one is born at the peak, and every champion's journey is carved out of their own determination and perseverance, forging their path one step at a time. Yves King never had an exact estimation, but he was sure that when he and his brothers first emerged from the Frontier Wolves, stepping onto the world stage fueled by their hatred and youthful passion, his personal combat abilities were perhaps not even as strong as Charles Lewis's.
It took countless instances of growth in the face of blood and death, repeatedly surviving on the verge of life and death, and mercilessly challenging himself through hellish training, for him to gradually gain the strength he possesses now.
