Fadu was swinging a sword in the open space. His body was drenched in sweat, but he kept swinging the weapon relentlessly.
"Six hundred ninety-nine... Seven hundred!"
He swung the sword one last time before collapsing. He fell to the ground, chest heaving up and down. He turned his gaze upward.
"Huff... Huff... Huff..."
Fadu took a moment to catch his breath, then turned his head to look at Souta, who was busy observing the Aqua World Fruit.
He frowned. "Why? Why can't I get stronger?"
Ever since the turmoil, Fadu had wanted to get stronger to protect himself. He didn't want to become a burden anymore. He wanted to stand on his own two feet without his parents worrying about him.
Souta glanced at Fadu as the Aqua World Fruit floated to his side.
