All Chapters of The Awakening Of The Last Knight.: Chapter 351
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Chapter 351 Letting Go Is Not Always A Chioce
The pristine, punishing silence of the mountains was no longer just a backdrop for training; it had become an amplifier for every thought, every doubt, every unresolved tension the three of them had carried from home. For days, they had immersed themselves in Master Kim’s rigorous, mind-emptying regimen. They moved in slow, deliberate patterns under the vast sky, their bodies hardening, their movements gaining a new, economical fluidity. But the core instruction, to still the mind’s turbulent water remained a maddening paradox. How could you consciously strive for unconsciousness?Ali, in particular, struggled. His mind was an engine; to ask it to idle was to ask it to cease being itself. One morning, he woke before dawn, a restless energy coiled in his chest. He slipped out of the shared room while Marwan and Laith still slept and went for a solitary run, not on the trail, but through the sleeping village, his footsteps the only sound in the frozen world. As the sky lightened to a p
Chapter 352 Learning To Let Go
The world had shrunk to the tight, aching knot in Ali’s chest and the cold stone beneath him. The sobs had subsided into silent, shuddering tremors, his face buried in the damp sleeves of his training jacket. The majestic, indifferent landscape felt like a mockery of his personal ruin. He didn’t hear the soft crunch of footsteps on the frosted pine needles until they were almost upon him.“Ali?”The voice was Marwan’s, calm and neutral. Ali jolted, hurriedly scrubbing his face with his sleeves, turning his head away to hide the reddened eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. He cleared his throat, a rough, unconvincing sound.“Marwan. I was just… meditating. By the spring.”He risked a glance. Marwan stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, looking not at Ali’s face but at the bubbling water. His expression was thoughtful, giving nothing away. He gave no indication of having heard the raw, echoing screams or the heartbroken weeping that had surely carried in the mountain air.“The wat