A Depressed Kendo Player Possesses a Bastard Aristocrat

Chapter 126.2: The Start of a New Semester Part 2

Don’t worry, Mom.

This time I will be truly happy.

Prologue

A Depressed Kendo Player Possesses a Bastard Aristocrat – What is the meaning of this…

The golden sunset that illuminated the world had set.

It was the time of day when only darkness remained, coveting the faint remnants of the sun.

I stood there, gazing at the sky where the curtain of night had fallen.

Woooo…

The passing winter wind caressed my cheeks.

I had to shiver for a moment because of the surging chill.

My legs, suspended in the air, trembled slightly.

As I took a moment to catch my breath and drive away the chill, the city’s nightscape came into view through my hazy breath.

Countless lights dancing beautifully.

Countless people dancing joyfully within them.

For a moment, I felt a wave of complex emotions and stared blankly at the scenery, imprinting it in my eyes.

“……”

This scenery was now my last.

Thinking that way, I felt a strange feeling.

Of course, it must be a mistake.

Emotions had already been erased from me a long time ago.

I lowered my head slightly and looked down at my feet.

The vast, empty space stretched out before me as if mocking me.

‘…..If I fall from here, I can die at once.’

A 20-story high-rise building.

Despite this being my first time coming up to such a place, my heart was strangely numb.

No, it felt rather comfortable.

“It’s really over now….”

It was a feeling of relief.

As much as the strong wind that embraced me.

Staggering for a moment at the dizzyingly high scenery, I took a long breath and closed my eyes.

Memories of past times flashed briefly through my calming vision.

“……”

My life was like a single sword.

A sword sharpened to the limit, emitting a dangerous radiance.

Not knowing emotions.

Having no ego.

A doll living every day in harsh training and schedules.

It was my father who pushed me into such a life.

-Be the best, if you are my son.

The day I turned twelve.

That’s what my father said.

A former world-class Kendo athlete, he wanted me, his son, to reach the top as well.

It was the common greed of a parent.

…But there were many distorted parts to dismiss it as such.

Beatings that followed every mistake.

Abuse committed in the name of training.

Cold, harsh words that flew at me every time I collapsed from exhaustion.

My father threw me into pain in various ways.

-You’re pathetic… You can’t even do this much.

Every day was hell.

I thought about dying dozens of times a day.

I endured the schedule, consumed by self-loathing and despair.

But even in such a life, I persevered.

I lived.

I thought everything my father did to me was for me.

Because my father loves me.

My father does this because he loves me.

I comforted myself by repeating that over and over again.

‘If I become the best in the world, my father will smile at me again…?’

With that one thought, I endured hell.

Carving myself, cutting myself, torturing myself.

I embraced hope, longing for the smile that would one day grace my father’s lips.

However.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was just my delusion.

Selected as the best Kendo athlete in the Republic of Korea, I proudly joined the national team and headed towards the world championships.

There was no such thing as an opponent.

Compared to the times I had endured, my opponents were too soft and lukewarm.

So I won consecutive matches, little by little.

I desperately reached out for the shimmering goal that seemed both within reach and out of reach.

And after overcoming all the hurdles, I reached the final of the World Championships.

Until I stood in the arena, I was filled with joy.

‘Finally, I can repay my father’s love for me.’

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