It was not that they were demeaning him or sympathizing with him. They said it because they were genuinely concerned.
But the swordsman did not agree. Every time he heard such words, he secretly increased his training time and abused his body into practice.
After pushing and overusing himself like that, the swordsman finally bloomed into a beautiful flower and became what others called fruit. Or maybe not?
For the fruit withered like a flower not long after it beared.
Kieran still couldn't comprehend what drove him so hard. Because his friend was reluctant to talk about his past.
Kieran just thought he had been stupid.
Doesn't matter if you try and succeed, what good it gives if you lose yourself in the process?
Who will recognize a flower that lost its glamour soon after blooming? So what if they had been proved wrong? They will remember the moment when the flower lost its life rather than the moment when it looked most beautiful.
