Chapter 37. Enough Training Already!!!!!
After the much-needed rest day came the inevitable return to what I affectionately dubbed Endless Hell.
Okay, I was being dramatic. Obviously. But who cares? I like being dramatic. It makes life more entertaining.
Dragging my body out of bed with all the grace of a retired war veteran, I scarfed down breakfast and bolted straight for the arena. My goal today? Simple.
Slice the damn dummy with that fucking katana.
One good hit. That was all I asked for. Just a single, satisfying slash.
Fueled by spite and delusion, I marched toward the weapon racks, my eyes locking onto the familiar, curved blade like it owed me money.
I picked up the katana with something between reverence and seething hatred. Gave it a quick flourish. The sound of its motion sliced the air.
"Today's the day," I muttered like a madman. "You're going down, you straw bastard."
And then began my self-imposed idle hacking simulator. Except this version came with no power-ups, no progression bar, and certainly no gratifying level-ups. Just raw, relentless effort. Over and over again.
I slashed. And slashed. And slashed.
And the dummy? It endured. Withstood. Mocked.