A bright golden light bathed Jin's figure. His body was drenched in sweat, and his gaze flickered with intense determination.
He raised the katana and swung it down, slicing through the empty air while he regulated his bated breath.
It had been hours since he swung his blade, yet Jin had no desire to stop. Instead, he was fiercely competing with himself to see just how far he could go.
Behind him, across the yard, sat a beautiful blonde woman reading a book. She slicked her side bangs behind and reached toward the plate filled with golden brown cookies.
The quiet atmosphere carried around a gentle breeze that swayed the grass, bustling up the ambiance they had.
Jin's face twisted as he brought the katana downward. His breath was still as he felt a pang of agony in his palm and saw red blood trickling down the ground.
"Again".
He raised his palm, and one of its blisters popped open, oozing blood with red skin underneath.
