**The Intensity of the Construction**
The cold afternoon wind intensified as I approached the construction site, as if nature itself sought to test me.
The work area was filled with a focused silence, interrupted only by the sound of tools.
Kim Sung greeted me with a nod, but I noticed a change in his gaze.
Perhaps he sensed that something in me had changed, that the violence and fatigue of the past days had tempered me in ways I had not yet fully understood.
I approached the pile of stones to be moved, feeling the weight of the first one in my hands.
Each stone, each gesture was an affirmation of the control I had over myself, over my strength.
Kim Sung watched in silence, his eyes following my every movement, as if he were evaluating something new, something he had never seen before.
**Tangible Progress**
As the hours passed, I became completely immersed in the work, my mind in perfect sync with my body.
Every strike was precise, every movement calculated, like a dance of pure will.
The sound of the stones fitting perfectly together was like music, a rhythm that marked my progress.
Kim Sung, who usually intervened with corrections and suggestions, today merely observed, the respect in his eyes growing with each completed action.
There was a dexterity in my movements that had never been so evident, a precision that reflected the inner transformation I was experiencing.
"You're becoming a refined builder," he finally said, with a note of admiration that was uncommon in his tone.
"Not just of walls, but of yourself."
I turned toward him, pausing for a moment to catch my breath.
"This work... it's more than just construction for me. Each stone is a step toward something greater, something I can't fully explain yet, but that I feel growing inside."
Kim Sung nodded, his gaze becoming more intense.
"That's how it should be. True strength doesn't reside only in the muscles, but in the mind that guides them. And you, Schadet, are proving to have both."
**Inner Strength**
Kim Sung's words resonated within me as I continued working.
Each gesture, each strike, was imbued with a new awareness.
My mind was focused, free of distractions, and my body responded with a precision I had never experienced before.
I felt an inner strength growing, a determination that went beyond mere physical effort.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of red and orange, Kim Sung approached me again, interrupting the steady rhythm of my work.
**Dark Determination**
The sky was beginning to turn shades of red and orange, a sign that the day was drawing to a close.
Every strike, every stone laid, was an affirmation of the power and control I had gained, but I knew the work was not yet finished.
Not yet.
Kim Sung approached, his face marked by admiration and respect.
The fatigue was no longer reflected solely on my body but also in the awareness of what I was building—not just a wall of stones, but an inner fortress.
However, I couldn't afford to linger there too long, not when my schedule demanded a new phase of discipline and growth.
"Schadet," Kim Sung began, his tone solemn, "you've shown a mastery that few possess. But I see the sun is setting, and I know your day is not yet over."
I looked at the sky, watching the colors of twilight deepen.
I knew what I had to do, knew what the next phase of my training was.
The martial arts awaited me, and I couldn't afford to neglect that part of my evolution.
Every step was crucial, every moment dedicated to perfecting myself.
"Kim Sung," I said, my voice calm but resolute, "it's time for me to go. The construction of these walls is only one part of my journey. I must follow the schedule I've set and continue with the training. Martial arts won't wait."
Kim Sung nodded slowly, his gaze betraying even deeper respect.
"I understand, Schadet. The path you've chosen requires dedication in every aspect. Go, continue your training. The stones you laid today are just the beginning of the fortress you're building within yourself."
With one last look at the work I had completed, I turned and walked away from the construction site.
The sound of my footsteps on the hard ground mingled with the cold wind blowing through the newly laid stones.
Twilight was advancing quickly, and with it, the awareness that the night would bring new challenges.
**Returning to Training**
As I made my way home, my mind was already focused on the next step.
Every step toward martial training was a step toward mastering myself and the forces surrounding me.
The shadows lengthened around me, but they did not frighten me.
On the contrary, I felt they were a part of me, fueling my determination.
Upon arriving home, the governess was already waiting for me, as if she had anticipated my every move.
Her gaze, always penetrating, revealed no emotion, but I knew she understood the importance of what I was about to do.
Without a word, I headed to the training area, my body already prepared for the next phase.
I knew the training would be tough, that it would test every fiber of my being, but I was ready.
**The Nanny's Judgment**
Twilight had engulfed the sky, the shadows deepened, and the house loomed dark against the night's mantle.
There was no room for hesitation or distraction.
As I crossed the courtyard, the biting evening cold seemed to intensify, a warning that the next challenge would be as rigorous as everything I had faced so far.
The nanny awaited me in the training area, her hands crossed in front of her, her face shrouded in shadow.
Her eyes scrutinized me with a precision that was almost tangible, a cold and calculating analysis that seemed to weigh my every movement before I even made it.
"You're late," she said firmly, without a hint of reproach or emotion.
Her words were simply an observation, a fact that, to her, was unacceptable.
My gaze met hers, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
I knew that her waiting had not been in vain, and that every second I had wasted had been recorded in her mind as a potential failure to be corrected.
But there was no time for excuses.
Her words, like everything she did, had a precise purpose: to test me.
"Prepare yourself," she continued, not giving me time to respond.
"Today, I will assess your readiness before proceeding to the next level. Show me what you've learned so far."
Without hesitation, I positioned myself at the center of the training area.
Every fiber of my body was tense, ready to respond to the command I knew would come at any moment.
The nanny watched in silence, her penetrating gaze more intense than she had ever shown before.
"Let's begin," she finally said, in a tone that brooked no argument.