Ch: 149 [Memories Recovered]

Ch: 149 [Memories Recovered]

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I woke up with a jolt, my mind swirling with fragments of memories. Some were hazy and disjointed, like scattered puzzle pieces waiting to be put together. But amidst the confusion, certain memories stood out, vivid and painfully clear.

I remembered Skye, the woman who had hired me as her bodyguard. Her presence had captivated me from the moment I laid eyes on her. Her snow-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, a stark contrast against her fair skin. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of azure, held a depth of emotion that drew me in like a gravitational force.

Skye was a single mother, and her daughter Hina was the light of her life. Hina had a contagious enthusiasm and an endless curiosity about the world. She would often cling to my shoulders, urging me to take her to the giant tree in the field so she could witness the beauty of a sunrise. I would laugh and playfully protest, telling her not to call me daddy. But Hina was stubborn, and she continued to address me as such, slowly melting away the resistance in my heart until I fully embraced the endearing term.

The memories continued to flood my mind, overwhelming me with a bittersweet mix of joy and sorrow. I remembered the happy times Skye and I spent together, strolling through that very field hand in hand. The flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, dancing with the gentle breeze as if celebrating our love. We would lie on the grass, watching the clouds drift by, sharing dreams and secrets that only the two of us could understand.

But amidst the beauty and tranquility, darkness loomed on the horizon. I recalled the day the rains of fire fell from the sky, transforming our idyllic paradise into a nightmare. Skye, weakened and fragile, fell into my arms, her life slipping away as tears streamed down my face. In that moment, I failed to protect her, to shield her from the horrors that befell us.

The memories surged forward, engulfing me in their raw intensity. I remembered the ones responsible for destroying everything I held dear, for shattering the life we had built. Anguish and anger surged within me, fueling my determination to seek justice for the ones I lost and the pain inflicted upon us.

I was strong, there was no doubt about that. But strength alone couldn't undo the devastation that had been unleashed upon us. The weight of that failure bore heavily on my shoulders, a constant reminder of my shortcomings.

In the aftermath of the tragedy that had befallen us, I was left grappling with a profound sense of loss. The weight of grief settled upon my shoulders like a heavy shroud, its tendrils wrapping around my heart, squeezing with a relentless grip. Every breath felt like a struggle, as if the air itself had turned heavy with the weight of my sorrow.

Hina...

In the training grounds, we set up scenarios designed to evoke a range of emotions. Hina would face simulated situations that mirrored the intense emotions she might encounter in real-life battles. We would recreate the chaos and fear of that fateful day, immersing her in an environment that stirred up memories of loss and pain. I pushed her to the edge, seeking to expose her vulnerabilities and help her confront them head-on.

In those moments, I watched as Hina's emotions waged a fierce battle within her. Anguish, anger, and sorrow would swirl in her eyes, threatening to consume her. But she gradually learned to reign in those emotions, to find the calm in the midst of the storm. I taught her techniques to regulate her breathing, to quiet her racing heart, and to focus her mind. Through countless repetitions, Hina honed her ability to regain control even in the most tumultuous of situations.

But it wasn't enough to merely suppress emotions. Hina had to understand them, to navigate the intricate labyrinth of her own heart. We spent hours discussing the nature of grief, anger, and vengeance. I encouraged her to express her emotions openly, to acknowledge and embrace them without allowing them to dictate her actions. Together, we delved into the depths of her pain, unraveling the complex web of emotions woven within her.

In the quiet of the training grounds, we sat by a tranquil pond, the ripples on its surface mirroring the depths of our souls. Hina spoke of her fears, her doubts, and the overwhelming burden of loss that weighed on her young shoulders. I listened, offering solace and guidance when needed, but always reminding her that she possessed the strength to rise above her circumstances.

As time went on, Hina's ability to make split-second decisions became crucial. We created scenarios where she had to react swiftly and effectively, assessing the situation and choosing the best course of action in an instant. I exposed her to unexpected challenges, forcing her to adapt and make choices under intense pressure. It was a test of her mental fortitude and the clarity of her judgment.

Through countless repetitions, Hina sharpened her instincts. She learned to trust her intuition, to analyze the smallest cues and anticipate her opponents' moves. Her mind became a battlefield of calculations, a chessboard where she strategized her every action. In those critical moments, Hina's focus was unwavering, her resolve unyielding.

But amidst the training and the relentless pursuit of strength, I never let Hina forget the true purpose behind her journey. We would often sit under the shade of the giant tree in the field, its branches stretching towards the heavens as if seeking solace. Hina would speak of her mother, of the memories they shared, and the dreams they once held. I would listen, allowing the weight of her grief to be shared, shouldering a portion of the burden she carried.

Finally, it was time to pass on my immortality and my energy techniques to her. I had to make sure she would be alright in my absence.

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