I was tired.
Tired of punching walls.
Tired of fighting.
Tired of surviving.
Twelve years…
and nothing had changed.
I walked slowly toward the outer wall of the prison maze.
It stood there—
massive.
Silent.
Untouched.
I stared at it.
Then—
I punched.
Nothing.
Again.
Harder.
Faster.
Still nothing.
I kept going.
Again.
Again.
Again.
An hour passed.
Maybe more.
My fists trembled.
My body felt heavy.
And then—
I dropped to my knees.
"I… can't do this…" I whispered.
Silence answered me.
Then—
a voice.
Deep.
Dark.
Not mine.
"What luck…" it said, almost amused.
"Now I have to kneel in front of a stupid wall?"
My eyes widened.
Before I could think—
my body moved.
I stood up.
And started punching.
Not like before.
Faster.
Relentless.
Like a machine.
My fists slammed into the wall again and again, without stopping.
Without pain.
Without control.
Then—
I stopped.
A quiet laugh echoed inside my head.
"Hehehe…"
My hands rose on their own.
Palms facing each other.
"Stone Ball Technique."
A small sphere formed between my hands.
Solid.
Heavy.
Real.
My breath caught.
I slammed it into the wall.
CRACK.
The wall shook.
But didn't break.
I stepped back, staring at my hands.
"How…?" I whispered.
"I don't even have destructive energy…"
Silence.
Then—
"Pretty strong," the voice said, amused.
I tried again.
Focused.
Forced it.
Nothing happened.
My hands trembled.
My breath grew uneven.
Then—
I closed my eyes.
Slowly…
I inhaled.
Held it.
My hands came together again.
Palms facing each other.
This time—
it felt different.
Cold.
Heavy.
Empty.
Something darker began to form.
A black sphere.
"Hehehe…"
The voice laughed again.
"Void Technique."
My eyes snapped open.
Without hesitation—
I slammed it into the wall.
BOOM.
The explosion shook everything.
The ground cracked.
The air shattered.
Dust filled the space around me.
For a moment…
there was nothing.
Then—
the dust cleared.
And I saw it.
A hole.
The wall—
was broken.
Light.
After twelve years…
light.
My chest tightened.
My fists clenched.
"Freedom…" I whispered.
Then louder—
"FREEDOM!!!"