Chapter: The Weight of Expectations
Tolisk lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind replayed the events of the day—the cold rejection from Elara, the humiliating treatment from his mentor, and the disdain of the other recruits.
It had only been a few days since he joined the Brooks family, yet it felt like he had stepped into a battlefield where his biggest fight wasn’t with his fists, but with acceptance.
He exhaled sharply. No.
He didn’t need acceptance. He needed strength.
Sitting up, he reached for the scrolls he had been given after joining. Most of them were high-level wind techniques, far more advanced than what he had before. He had skimmed through them earlier, but tonight, he would study them properly.
He had one month before training officially began.
He couldn’t
