Chapter 25: The knight got an assistant (1)
Crack! Crack!
Normally, when climbing a cliff, it's common sense to find footholds and handholds, using both hands and feet to pull yourself up. Just the act of gripping the cracks with your hands and feet is tough enough, so it's not just common sense—it's an absolute necessity.
But his method of climbing the cliff was different from others. No, it was completely out of sync with common sense.
Thunk!
“Huff! Huff!”
He was forcefully embedding his hands and feet into the cliff. It wasn’t as if the cliff was made of sand, but as he ascended, he kicked footholds into the rock with his bare feet, and created handholds by chopping into the rock with the side of his hands. All of this, done with nothing but his bare hands and feet.
No equipment, no safety gear—just sheer force and determination. It would seem reckless, but watching him, the word "reckless" didn't come to mind as much as "persistent." He simply kept his eyes fixed upward, relentlessly climbing. And by the time he reached the top of the cliff—
“Ha... Ha...”
He collapsed, lying flat on the ground, panting heavily. His entire body was drenched in sweat, with scratches covering his hands, feet, and skin.
This showed just how dangerous and exhausting the climb had been, how close he had come to slipping several times. Few would know that this was his fifth time climbing the cliff today, and once, he had even fallen.
The fact that he was still alive was remarkable, but the man’s extraordinary recovery ability and the resilience he had built through daily training had sustained him.
The man, Ihan, had used up all his stamina, and he had no desire to move. He realized, once again, how grueling cliff climbing really was.