Aegis' body crashed into the ground, covered in blood, his mind crawling at a snail's pace as he suffered from the repercussions of the attack he suffered. Even so, even in his wounded, mentally compromised state, he wondered only one thing: why could he still not beat his father?
He was a genius by any measure. He learned faster than anyone else in the nation, his adaptability was unreal and his application of laws was flawless. Yet no matter how much he improved, it seemed like he was no closer to defeating his father.
He wanted to give up. Honestly, there came a point where he just wanted to give up. He really wanted to give up. But he couldn't, because the enemies he'd be facing in the future weren't his father. They would not spare him, and give him a chance to come back stronger.
