Chapter 84: Time To Say Goodbye
Four days later, I lay sprawled on the training hall floor like a discarded ragdoll, staring at the ceiling with dead eyes.
My arms splayed wide, fingers twitching occasionally—the only proof I wasn’t actually a corpse. The weight of Echo of Remorse still pressed against my right palm, its faint hum syncing with my ragged breathing.
Not far away, the turtle brothers huddled in their usual post-beating conference. Their voices carried just enough for me to hear—no doubt intentionally.
"His persistence time increased by 23% today," Dono mused, tapping his staff against his shell. "At this rate, we’ll need to adjust tactics by next week."
Mike spun his nunchaku with a grin. "Ooooor we could just hit harder now! Remember that combo move we used on the sewer kraken?"
Leon’s katana shinged as he sheathed it. "Idiot. We’re supposed to train him, not pulp him again." A pause. "...Yet."
Ralph cracked his knuckles. "But he’s getting funner to fight! Like a squeaky toy that learned to bite back!"
You all really want to beat me to death, huh.
My lips twitched on the side.
Yet despite their sadistic tendencies, Dono’s data didn’t lie—my learning curve was steepening. Where I’d once lasted mere seconds against their assaults, now I could hold out for minutes.
I had begun predicting their patterns with the help of Observant Eye and my brilliant mind, and of course, Echo of Life also played a role by mapping their movements like sonar pulses. Even Echo of Remorse seemed to grow sharper with each clash, its vibrations syncing with my stubborn refusal to stay down.