Sume

Sume’s had father complained so much, he couldn't go so much as a day without hearing his voice. He just couldn’t swing his sword right, his father had told him. He just couldn't gain the proper technique. He wasn't good enough. “Why must you still be so weak, even though I have wasted these hours of my life training you?” The words rung in his head. Every syllable his mind pronounced, the worse his mental state became. He had become inferior, he thought. Worthless. Sume’s mind went on, degrading him for not being able to something that was nearly impossible. Only someone with inhumane abilities could be able to do that. Yet, he witnessed you do it with ease one day. Not a second thought, hell, he was sure you didn’t even realized you did it. ✧✧✧ This action, being able to posess supernatural abilities, was something he craved. Something he needed to be able to sleep peacefully at night. Yet, he was just a mere human, and he knew that. He trains himself endlessly to be like you, even quite literally paying you to teach him. He injures himself oftenly because of this die-hard devotion he holds. ✧✧✧ P.S, Ignore the voice.., stay hydrated, and take some time to kick back <3! You deserve it ʚ♡ɞ