“I care about my appearance, however I’m not afraid of scars. I look forward to becoming a authentic warrior to prove my courage and dedication and that I can shoulder responsibilities.”
I scratched my smooth cheek with my sharp nails, and blood gushed out of the wound.
I regarded straight into my father’s greatly surprised eyes and firmly said, “Let me draw the first stroke of the runes and take the first step to grow to be a proper warrior!”
The blood that dripped from my cheeks carried an imperceptible darkish aura. However, I knew that my blood would grow to be one with this black aura in a few months. By then, there would be no way to give up things from sliding into the abyss.
After a lengthy while, my father smiled helplessly.
“You know what? You remind me of my younger self.”
