Barty remained silent at Rhino's revelation, his thoughts swirling. Is he serious? I mean, he's strong… but yeah, now that I think about it, I haven't seen anything extraordinary from him, he mused to himself.
Rhino broke the silence, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "You know, Barty? I've been training—training and training—but I don't see anything that makes me strong. Not like you… or Alex."
He clenched his fists, his knuckles white, as his gaze dropped to the table. "I've pushed myself for years, trying to catch up, trying to find that spark. But every time I compare myself to you two… it feels like I'm just swinging at shadows."
Rhino's voice wavered as he continued, his usual composed demeanor cracking slightly. "My mother… she's even stronger than me. I could see it, feel it. I'm not even close to her strength. She could hold a bullet of fire in her hand like it was nothing..." His words trailed off, his frustration evident.
