The dream was fleeting,
vanishing too quickly.
The witch hunted me down and dragged me back to that wretched prison. Her punishments grew harsher, reducing me to a shell—forced to exercise on an empty stomach. She begrudgingly allowed me to pursue boxing, but only under the cruelest conditions.
She restricted me to a single meal each day. Can you believe it? The ideal life of a son turned out to be no better than that of a beggar. She is determined to crush my only hope, pushing me toward the edge of a cliff, yet I cling to that hope with every ounce of my strength.
I endured the hunger and pushed myself at the renowned gym. Enzo Leonore, the man who has forged four champions before me. I am determined to be the fifth. Under his guidance, I am sure that I will rise to the top and show them how powerful I can be without their support.
