"If it is not a genetic disorder, Weak Bloodline is not a real thing. You can go beyond Martial Soldier if you only have belief in yourself.
"Do you think your Martial Soul will grant you power with your pathetic self-loathing? Martial Soul wants to help you, but you must show it that you're worthy of that help."
Kiernan said and slowly approached Neal.
"How can I do that? I… don't think I can do it by myself."
Neal looked down at the ground and clenched both hands.
He wanted to be strong, and he wanted to stop the bullying while gaining enough confidence to talk to Katherina, but that felt like a distant, impossible dream.
Kiernan lifted his head to look directly into his eyes, then he reeled back his right fist, and while Neal's eyes widened to saucers, he punched towards his face.
"Eek!"
Neal closed his eyes and turned his head to the side so that the punch would land at his cheek and not at his nose.
