Chapter 71
Author: JAE
last update2026-07-27 23:16:07

Ace’s POV

Sweat poured down my back and stung my eyes as I forced out another set of push-ups. The private instructor Jacobi had sent “Ryu” stood over me with that same unreadable face, counting under his breath like he had all the time in the world.

“Lower. Control it. Again.”

My arms shook hard. The bruise from the attack throbbed every time I lowered myself, but I didn’t stop.

After all, pain was the only thing that felt honest these days. Pain meant I was moving. Changing. Not just sitting
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