Chapter 1633: East Desolates Ruler
Nun Rake was staring into the starry skies, and she smiled as if she was seeing something delightful.
Indeed, she was reliving her memories when she was nine years old. Inside a gravity training room, she was struggling through intense training. The gravity in the room was twenty-nine times stronger than the gravity outside!
She gnashed her teeth, swinging her fists inside the room with great difficulty. Sweat poured from her like rain, soaking her clothes completely. Puddles had formed beneath her, and the veins on her forehead bulged.
Her face was twisted in agony, but she punched again and again. A fierce light burned in her eyes.
In that training room, the only sound was the sound of her fists hitting air.
An unknown amount of time later, she finally collapsed to the floor, completely exhausted. She had nothing left, not even the strength to lift a finger.
She was tired like never before. She was completely spent, trembling, and then for some reason, she suddenly burst into tears, sobs shaking her tiny frame.
Still, she forced herself to stand up, staggering as she dragged herself out of the training room.
By then, night had fallen outside. As she looked at the cold, empty surroundings, her tears fell again. She walked while sobbing, muttering, "How come Shepherd and Sickle can take it easy, while I have to suffer like this?
"Why?!" She kicked a small stone. It flew far into the distance, finally landing in a patch of grass, but the force of the kick made her stumble and fall, and she landed hard on her rear. She stood up quickly, limping away into the distance.
Alone in the dark, she was the only one there. The world around her was silent and cold.
When she returned to her room, Shepherd and Sickle were already fast asleep. The tears on her face had long since dried, and what replaced them was cold indifference.