Lucian could still hear the excited crowd's roar at the event's true start. He smirked as he felt familiar with this feeling of competing.
'Oh, is this the training room? Not bad, they've done an excellent job.'
The large room was as large as one wing of the arena. To his sides were various sized combat dummies. So would retaliate to train response.
The emotions he felt from this tournant enshrouded him.
His eyes watched people training hard, covered in sweat. He moved toward a dummy near the west wall. His eyes admired everyone who trained so hard.
'There is a strange feeling I cannot quite grasp inside . Maybe training will help clear my mind?'
*Thud*
However, he didn't have a set style of combat. At first he was just throwing punches, trying to set a rhythm. As he got more into his own pace, his focus increased.
His every punch caused the surroundings to vanish from his mind and senses. He forgot the tournant, forgot the girls, even forgot himself as the vampire baron.
He felt strange, hazy mories seep into his mind. The dummy created with strange tal morphed into an old leather bag as the walls beca old with parts of them covered in mould.
The surrounding scene changed. He alternated between various martial art styles. His fierce, lightning fast kicks and knee blows inspired by Muay Thai. Delicate well tid punches akin to Aikido. Lucian fought as if dancing.
[It's like his body is a blade! He emulates his graceful blade dance without a sword.]
He beca engrossed in his mories.
He hit the dummy with a barrage of fiercely calculated blows. This was his natural reaction as his focus only grew further. Sweat flung from his muscles like bullets with his every attack.
His surroundings transford into a dirty gym. He recalled the feel of living in his poor city of Fairfax.
However, this feeling slowly faded as he rembered how the trainers would charge high costs for low tier training. He gained more when training solo.
This strange world felt real to Lucian. Being a vampire baron was a dream.
He could sll the freshly brewed coffee and half-smoked cigarettes stubbed inside the ashtray.
Outside the window, cars were beeping loudly because of the traffic jam. So drivers even quarrelled verbally.
He heard the nostalgic sound of the broken air conditioner, which tried its best to cool the sports centre.
The receptionist peeked into the room. Watching all the sexy n. Her gaze licked all the n's abs as she wore a low cut dress to amplify her cleavage. She was a notorious slut who had slept with every trainer.
Lucian rembered he loved to fight with a bare upper body. He could feel the temperature and movent of his muscles more clearly.
His muscular body with ripped muscles shimred from his sweat. He began to breathe heavily from the extended bout of training.
'Strange. I feel like this is all familiar?'
Images of him competing in tournants flashed through her mind. He would see that black hair woman with the vibrant green eyes cheering from him inside the crowd.
Her appearance drove his chest crazy. He forced himself into performing better to see her brilliant smile.
They would go for ice cream and burgers when he won and the two tis he ca second, they would eat pizza. Since they were poor. They paid for this treat completely from his sister's pocket.
'So, I had an older sister, not a younger one? She was always supporting …'
(Elda, 3rd person POV)
"Phew!"
Elda finished her warmup as her brow filled with a light sweat. Her tight muscles were visible from her shirt, causing many males to sneak glances.
However, she showed no interest in anybody that was until she saw a man. This was a man she should hate after he beat her publicly yet as she watched his training. Her scorn transford into admiration.
He displayed his pure focus and perfect rhythm with his torrent of savage blows, like a tide constantly slamming into the dummy. He was like a rose trapped in a storm, dancing against the furious wind as his hair flowed with his every movent.
'How beautiful…' She thought.
She could see his mana flow around his body in sync with his every movent. He was like a conductor, guiding his orchestra to play his own lody.
His strange combat art absorbed her attention. The actions he made impressed her greatly. He proved he wasn't just a pretty face that seduced won into his bed.
'I look forward to seeing your fights. Lucian, next ti I won't lose so easily!'
However, when she was about to call out to him, she heard the judges call out her na for a fight. She blew out a huff of air from her nose in dismay. His passion and focus had made her see him as a training partner.
'Mmmm a sha! Until next ti, I want to learn those movents!'
(Elda, 3rd person POV end)
Lucian suddenly snapped out of his focus, unaware of how long had passed. He felt a strange damp feeling coming from his eyes. His eyes rained with tears secretly hidden by his sweat inside the half empty training room.
He felt a sense of frustration, dread, and depression.
'I cannot rember her na. Her face continues to elude .'
'His childish promise now ate away at his soul.'
Negative feelings subrged his body in self hatred. His tightly clenched fists turned his knuckles white with the force.
Lucian looked upwards, covering his eyes with one hand. The tears continued to fill his hands as the tear drops cascaded onto the wooden floor.
'I promised to protect you..'
'Yet I failed her.'
(Siesta, 3rd person POV)
A ghostly image stood before Lucian. She had curled black hair and vibrant green eyes. Her beautifully tanned skin that ca from her Latin heritage.
'No matter how hard I try to comfort you. It's impossible, right?'
Her outstretched hands tried to grasp at Lucian. However, they passed through his tear-stained cheeks.
The scene changed through various monts of Lucian's journey to date.
His first eting with Carmilla. She stood beside him with a gentle smile. Her foot kicked the stone he later tripped on so they could connect.
Now it showed the mont Ludris stabbed him in the stomach with her horn.
Ludris was going to attack him with magic that would have killed him. However, Siesta broke the rules and used her magic to lower her hostility. This slowed her thoughts until he could perform the blood pact.
However, she wasn't always able to help him.
She stood in dismay as he bled profusely after his incomplete transformation.
Her body was almost visible as she knelt beside him. She bowed her head against the ground towards Chiharu. This mont her feelings were so intense that Chiharu could sense her presence and helped him through the mont.
'Haha, how embarrassing… A goddess bowing to a re demon.'
The scene changed once again as she stood behind him, cheering him on as he fought against the horde of goblins to protect Mira.
'I wish I could have helped him. Should sothing go wrong, I would have lost him again…'
This proved he was never alone in all the monts he spent in this world and his past as she struggled beside him. She was beside him, watching.
Siesta beca lost in her mories of those days. She was now back in the days when her brother would fight in national competitions and they would walk ho holding hands.
Her brother loved to fight and beco stronger, and she loved to watch him fight.
He was like a supernova who illuminated her entire world. She didn't care when he lost because of points. She still felt he was the brightest star, despite losing to soone years older.
They were together every mont they struggled and succeeded.
Siesta watched his crying face as it overlapped with the day he ca second place as a teenager. Her hands tried to catch his tears, only to flinch when she passed through his body.
She felt deeply frustrated.
Then the scene morphed to the day she wished to forget forever. The mont she realised she had failed her little brother.
Siesta ca ho from work early carrying a cake for Lucian's birthday as he would have just won his fourth gold dal. She excitedly opened the door to his room to find a scene she never wanted to see.
Her father stood with a video cara filming. Her step mother swayed her hips as she violated Lucian. He closed his eyes tight, with tears staining his pillow.
She rembered the first thing that happened was her father's shout for her mother to keep going after noticing Siesta.
'That day, they destroyed our family beyond repair. I learned of the truth of my naivety to think that the violence had ended. No… It just changed form.'
The spirit image of Siesta faded before appearing behind Lucian, wrapping her arms around him.
'Later, when I heard your reason for not resisting… I felt helpless.'
A complex mix of anguish, sorrow, and rage filled her face.
'To think they would threaten you with sending away to beco a whore! How dare they do this to you?'
From that mont, Siesta changed. She was no longer the calm, cheerful sister and beca a doting, clingy sister who seed to edge further towards the extre with each passing day.
'I couldn't accept what they did to you. Each ti I left the house the thoughts of what they might do tornted .'
Siesta was now working however made several mistakes because of her worry. She couldn't help but think about her brother left alone with those beasts.
'Their actions were unacceptable.'
She must stop them from hurting her brother.
Her knife slamd down and twisted inside their stomachs. A twisted smile painted on her face as she enjoyed their screams while gutting them.
However, she saw his agonised gaze watching. His face filled with tears, looking towards his mother.
'I could feel fear towards … No, It couldn't be like this! I won't hurt you! Don't go away Lucian! Don't run!'
Lucian fled the scene like a rabbit. His agile body, much fitter than hers, disappeared into the distance.
She stood in a bloodstained apartnt as her knife once again carved the two up. Siesta watched her fragnted mories wishing for them to once again vanish into the depths of her mind.
Never to surface again. However, reality was so kind to her.
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" She said enraged towards the pair. Her knife continuing to gouge them apart.
"DIE!"
Siesta lost track of ti completely.
When she ca too, the police were outside trying to force their way inside. The thought of going to prison and never seeing her brother again filled her mind, followed by his fearful face.
'Don't worry… Sister won't scare you again!'
In her dying monts, she saw one last mory. The day after, he lost his will to fight, worried everyone would leave him.
She patted his head gently before smiling towards him.
"Don't worry Lucian! Even if you lose, I'll never leave your side. I promise."
His mood cheered up. He gave a cute smile and dived into her embrace.
Yet now, in her dying monts, she realised her failure.
'Ah… I failed him.'
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