Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

Chapter 355 : Breaking a rock statue

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Amidst the shroud of the pitch-dark night, in the heart of the training grounds, Das's movements were a mesmerising display of controlled fury. Armed with the royal sabre, its edges honed to a razor's precision, he attacked a human-sized rock statue that stood like a silent sentinel. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

The sabre's golden hilt seemed to dance in Das's practiced grip as he unleashed a series of strikes upon the unyielding rock. Each motion was a testament to his mastery, the blade's path precise and purposeful. The air sang with the sound of steel slicing through the night, a harmonious symphony of determination and technique.

As the sabre met the rock statue's surface, sparks of energy seemed to fly, the collision a testament to the power coursing through Das's veins. With each strike, the statue's surface chipped away, fragments of stone scattering like stardust in the darkness.

Sweat glistened on Das's forehead, mingling with the exertion that etched lines of concentration on his features. But he pressed on, his focus unwavering, his strikes as relentless as a storm. He moved with a grace that belied the weight of his weapon, each movement a calculated dance of skill and intent.@@@@

Time seemed to lose its meaning as the battle between man and stone continued. Das's breath synchronised with the rhythm of his strikes, his heart pounding in tandem with the sabre's song. His movements held an almost meditative quality, as if he and the weapon were extensions of the same purpose.

With every impact, the statue yielded, its form gradually eroding like ancient memories worn away by the passage of time. The pebbles that fell from the statue's body mingled with the dirt, a testimony to Das's unyielding assault.

Half an hour passed—an eternity in the realm of determination and sweat-soaked perseverance. And finally, as Das's relentless strikes stopped, the statue succumbed. The last vestiges of the stone crumbled, and it stood no more, reduced to a scatter of pebbles on the ground.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he regarded her, his eyes alight with a playful glint. "Why are you always jumping like a monkey?" he quipped, his tone light despite the situation.

Latha's hold on him didn't waver, but her expression softened, revealing a mixture of irritation and fondness. "Hey, I'm your lover now," she retorted, her tone teasing as she met his gaze. "You should treat me with affection. Why are you cursing me? I've been waiting for you since a long time. Do you have any idea how hurtful my knees are?"

Das chuckled, his amusement evident as he looked at her. He placed the royal sabre on the ground beside them. "Oh, really?" he questioned, his tone both intrigued and entertained. "Why are you waiting for me, then?"

"Why are you training so hard when you already enough wealth? Yesterday, when I heard your screams, I felt a pain in my heart. I am the first one who came to see you. But that old fellow tied you to a pole and stopped us from nearing you. You should stop training like this." Latha said with a puppy face.

"Hey kiddo, where did you learn these sweet talking's. Are you watching those love dramas instead of training?" Das asked with a questioning look while laying hands around her waist and dragged her closer to him.

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Your's lovingly,

PeterPan :-)