Chapter 2: Fuck you
How can a mere rabbit face a lion?
Even as he gradually recovered, it was hard for Davi to find the strength to stand. He was truly weak, and felt utterly powerless.
"What can I do?" the boy murmured to himself as he struggled to rise.
With tremendous effort, Davi forced his body to move. First, his hands sought support from the ground, and he tried to push himself up. His arms trembled uncontrollably, his blurred vision spinning everything around him.
"Is this pathetic strength what you're going to use to become an explorer?" Norman said, his voice laced with genuine disdain as he chuckled lightly.
Davi wanted nothing more than to land a punch on his damn father. If only he could slam his fist into that bastard's face with all his might.
The boy took a deep breath, or at least tried to. Every attempt to draw air was an act of sheer willpower, as if the very oxygen refused to enter his lungs.
Finally, he managed to stand, with his body still shaking violently.
"You think you can go to Enki and become an explorer? Right now, you barely stay on your feet after a single punch."
Davi didn't reply. Instead, he focused on overcoming the deep-seated fear etched into his body. He needed to find a way to win.
At that moment, he felt the breeze brush against his skin. The strong wind made his long brown hair flutter, and an idea crossed his mind.