After getting rid of the two, Kersmund sprinted through the streets and alleys, and did not stop until he returned to the orphanage. After that, he was imprisoned in a small black room.

He endured the sharp pain in his arm and walked into the small black room without saying a word, and several priests and nuns did not seem to notice that his hand was seriously injured, and did not notice the pain he hid under his stubbornness.

True to its name, the little dark room was small and dim, with no windows, no beds, no tables, not even a stool. Germund lay on his side, the pain in his right hand curling up and shaking. He pressed his face tightly against the ground, and the coldness of the stone slab continued to pass through his face, which seemed to help him resist the sharp pain in his right arm.

Kersmund endured silently in the darkness and pain, persevered, the grievances and shame in his heart condensed like ice, and the stubbornness and unwillingness burned like fire, and the collision of ice and fire turned into tears and flowed out of Kersmer's eyes. He didn't admit defeat, but he did lose, and he lost badly, unprecedentedly. Although he had often wept alone in this little dark room because of the beatings he had been beaten before, the pain he felt this time was incomparable to that before. Maybe it's because he's hurt so badly this time, or maybe it's because the opponent he's met this time is so strong that he can't see the possibility of defeating his opponent next time. It is precisely because there is no hope in sight that the pain in his heart will grow unchecked, until his stubbornness and unwillingness are exhausted, until he is completely crushed......

Just as Ksmurd was indulging in pain, the door of the little dark room creaked open, and then a candlelight came in, piercing the darkness of the little black room. Kersmed turned his back to the door, and didn't see who had entered, but he had guessed who it was—no one else had come in to see him but the old nun.

Germund noticed a candlelight and a sound of footsteps approaching him, and a moment later, in his ears, the voice of an old, hoarse woman rang out: "Son, why are you running to fight again? ”

Kosmoed's eyes were closed, but he could faintly perceive the candlelight moving around him through the skin of his eyes. The old nun touched Kersmond's right hand, intentionally or unintentionally, as she examined the wounds on his body. The slightest touch of it was so painful that Kersmund opened his eyes suddenly, bared his teeth, and snorted involuntarily.

"What's wrong with your right hand? It seems to be badly wounded!" said the old nun with concern, "Alas, you kid, you can't beat people, just beg for mercy, and others will only take a heavy hand on you because of your temper and hard mouth, right?"

"No!" Sensed replied angrily in pain.

The old nun did not seem to realize the pain and anger of Kosmed, and continued to babble and tirelessly say: "Man, in order to live a better life, sometimes you have to bow your head to others, and your dignity cannot be used as food, nor can it be used as money, so what does it matter if you give up? If you can get used to enduring, giving in once in a while, admitting defeat and begging for mercy when necessary, you'll live better, at least not be scarred by being beaten so often. Look, you've suffered a big loss this time, you've ...... hurt."

"That's enough! Why do they laugh and abuse me like that? Why should I bow down to them, I can only endure it? Just because they are one level higher than me? The world is very unfair, but no matter what, I will never bow my head, I will never admit defeat, I will never give in!" Germund glared fiercely at the old nun, but with tears in his eyes, and choked up at the end of his resolute words.

The old nun was glared at by Seemer, she involuntarily stood up, took two steps back, and after snorting a few times with her shriveled lips, she said in horror: "You are so stubborn, even God and the god of the sea cannot save you!"

Kersmund turned his head sideways, closed his eyes, let the tears remain, and remained silent without replying.

"But I can save you, for I will give you the ability to never give in, and to live so stubbornly forever. I would have liked you to live this life in peace and tranquility, as I do now. However, your character determines your fate, and you really don't fit to rest on the roof like a sparrow, and you should go to the higher skies, or at least soar like an eagle. The nun said lightly, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. And under the shabby turban that covered her hair, her eyes, which had been cloudy and dim, suddenly glowed with a sharp light, as if to show that something that had been sleeping in her heart for a long time had finally awakened again.

; When Minded heard the old nun say this, he immediately turned his head, and in the light of the candlelight, his teary eyes were blurred, and he saw the old nun's fierce eyes at first sight. At first, he thought that the tears were hallucinating, so he wiped the tears from his sleeve and looked at them again, only to make sure that the fierce eyes were indeed shining from the old nun's eyes.

It was a look that Kersmead had never seen before, not in the eyes of any other, much less in the eyes of this old nun, who had always been cloudy and dim. This kind of eyes are like sharp blades, and at the same time, they seem to be dazzling, but also breathtaking. This kind of look should be in the eyes of a knight who has been in battle for a long time and has achieved great success, and not in the eyes of this old and frail nun who has no quarrel with the world.

This was hard for Sensed to believe, and he looked fixedly into the old nun's eyes, and was stunned for a moment, speechless.

"Come, son, sit up, I'll help you put your arm together, it's just a dislocation!" the old nun returned to Germud's side, and reached out to help Kersmund up, and the fierce sparkle in her eyes was gradually replaced by a loving gaze.

Kosmund was helped by the old nun and sat up slowly. When Korsmerd was seated, the old nun took his right wrist with her right hand, shook it gently for a moment, then pressed her left hand against Kersmer's chest, and her right hand began to stretch Kersmer's right arm, and after a while, she suddenly twisted his right arm outward, only to hear a "kala", and at the same time Kersmer finally couldn't bear the pain and called out.

"Okay, recuperate for ten days, and then you can go out and fight again, and teach those bad boys a lesson. The old nun slowly lowered Kosmerd's arm, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Fourteen years ago, when your first cry came from outside the orphanage, I could hear the stubbornness in your character. At that time, I still held you and stopped your crying. Now, fourteen years have passed, and you have grown up and shown me your determination. ”

"By abandoning me outside the orphanage, is it obvious that I will be orphaned from birth?

"Oh, no, child, you were put outside our convent, and then God accepted you. It was a nun who looked as beautiful as an angel and sent you to our orphanage. And who are they referring to?" explained the old nun.

"My parents, of course!" replied Kersmund coldly.

"According to the angelic nun, when you were found outside the monastery, it was not yet dawn and there was no one around you. There is no one who can tell us where you came from, and there is nothing on your body to prove your identity. Maybe your parents put you there, but maybe it's someone else, who knows? And whether or not your parents abandoned you is meaningless to you now. Because now you are your own, you are in charge of your own destiny, and you are going to live as you wish, as stubbornly, as resolutely. ”

At this point, the old nun paused, stretched out her hand, stroked Kosmerd's hair, and continued: "Son, I say this not to make you sad, but only to show you how I began to accompany and witness your growth. Really, child, you are never alone. ”

Germund nodded silently, not speaking, but already in tears.

The old nun hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Now, tell me what kind of character is your opponent this time? Judging from the injury on your hand, this kid has two hits." ”

"He was the son of a regular fighter named Ola. Murder replied with a slight frustration.

"Oh, regular fighters, aren't they?" the old nun sighed, and continued, "Alas, with my old bones now, I can only fight five regular fighters at most, and I mean at the same time, of course. When I was young, even if ten regular fighters besieged me together, they were no match for me. ”

"Ten regular fighters?Marit, are you kidding me, trying to amuse me?" said Kersmurd, in dismay.

"I don't need to make such pointless jokes, I'm telling the truth. Old Sister Marit restrained her smile and her expression became serious, as if because the truth was beyond doubt.

Seeing the change in her expression, Kersmund asked in disbelief, "Who are you, Marit, you were certainly not a nun when you were younger, and perhaps, your real name is not Marit." ”

"Yes, I was not a nun when I was younger, and my name was not Marit. The old nun's face smiled again, "Also, have you heard of Serena?"

"Serena, is that the favorite in that athletic tournament?" Kersmode said in surprise after seeing the old nun nod, "Of course I've heard of her, and I know that she has recently won three consecutive athletic championships in Viruga, Deherim, and Sagos. Why are you mentioning her? Do you have anything to do with her?"

"She used to be my student, and most of her current skills are taught by me. The reason why I say once is because I have nothing to do with her now, and we have broken up, as for the reason, you don't need to be clear, and my real name and former identity, you don't need to investigate. All of this is a thing of the past, so let me forget them in time alone. I'm Sister Marit, and even though I'm old, I can still help you. Child, you just have to be sure of that, understand?" the old nun Marit's smile was still there, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Germund nodded, looked at Marit thoughtfully for a while, and then said, "Can you really beat ten regular fighters when you're young?"

Without hesitation, Marette replied, "Do you now think that you have beaten ten ten-year-olds yourself?" I mean, of course, children in general, not those who have been trained since childhood. ”

"I think if I go out of my way, I should be able to do it, after all, compared to the average 10-year-old, I have a big advantage in all aspects...... But these two situations should be different, the strength of ten regular fighters and ten ten-year-old ordinary children, there is a world of difference. Kersmod frowned.

Marit said: "It's no different, when I was young, I was just like you now, and for me when I was young, ten regular fighters were ten ten-year-old ordinary children." ”

"Do you mean that when you were young, you were not only much stronger than regular fighters in terms of strength, agility, and other physical conditions, but also much higher than them in terms of intelligence? Now I am 14 years old, and I am indeed much higher in intelligence than those ordinary 10-year-old children, but when you are young, must you be much higher in intelligence than those regular fighters? Kosmer questioned.

"Haha, kid, it shouldn't be intelligence, it's intelligence, the wisdom of fighting, understand? You don't have to be intellectually higher than the average ten-year-old, you just need to be stronger than them in martial arts, that's enough. Just as when I was younger, I didn't have to be intellectually better than all the regular fighters, but I just had to be better than them in terms of fighting intelligence. Seeing the puzzled look on his face, Marit explained, "Intelligence has a great bonus to the wisdom of martial arts, after all, the smarter the person, the stronger the comprehension ability. Therefore, at the age of fourteen, you certainly have stronger fighting intelligence than the average ten-year-old. However, the training of the day after tomorrow is more important. It's often up to you to rely on relentless and effective training to equip you with exceptional fighting intelligence. My martial arts wisdom is what I trained, and this training will be your main training from today onwards. ”

Later, Marit added: "Relying solely on strength, agility and fighting opponents, and having more than one enemy, is a disadvantage, and it is easy to be consumed by siege and defeated, so you have to rely on fighting intelligence to increase your chances of winning." Of course, your training in strength, agility, etc. should also be constantly improved. Exceptional fighting intelligence, combined with extraordinary shooting speed, is enough to outnumber you with one enemy, and if you can also have extraordinary movement ability, then you can be much stronger. ”