Chapter 82: Asaemon and Daylan 2
"Having such an intense fight after all that torture is taking a toll on him," Asaemon told Blind as he carried Daylan into his room.
He rested for a few hours and woke up sometime in the afternoon. Daylan’s head throbbed with pain as he massaged it before getting out of bed.
Whenever an ability was used, it drew strength from the soul, and when the soul became exhausted, so did the body.
However, Daylan was tired of the blackouts. He wasn’t going to sit around and wait until he was finally ready to fight—no enemy would wait for that, just like his mother didn’t.
Without wasting a moment, he made his way to the living room—and there he was: Asaemon.
"There are still four hours left on the clock. Let’s get this done, kid."
He gestured at him. Asaemon shrugged and joined him.
Daylan liked the feeling of being in close combat with Asaemon. He believed that if he had any chance of defeating him, it would be through Spiral Edge.
The moment the duel began, he would dash forward, and just as he was about to get within reach—often on random attempts—he’d teleport to a different spot, completely avoiding the tentacles.
Then, he’d engage Asaemon in hand-to-hand combat, still teleporting unpredictably. But even so, he always became vulnerable whenever that sinking sensation washed over him. And with that, Asaemon defeated him easily.
Despite his loss, Daylan remained determined. The pain his weakness might cause others was something he couldn’t bear—and for that, there would be no rest until he became strong.