The murmurs around her kept rising, and Nemesis Bruce, with her sharp hearing, could clearly make out every word. Yet, in her mind, she silently chanted a spell.
"The whispers of the people have nothing to do with me! I must continue my training!"
"Follow my footsteps... Who is this 'me'? Is it my teacher? Could it be that I must follow my teacher while training? No! This 'me' must represent magic and truth! It tells me to ignore what others say about me and focus entirely on my training."
"I must strengthen my resolve, never giving up on my training for any reason. The storm—it's not just about a rainstorm, but everything that could interfere with my practice!"
As her concentration deepened, the voices of the crowd around Nemesis Bruce gradually faded from her ears. Even though she stood in the middle of a busy street, it felt as if the whole world had fallen into silence.
