#Chapter 173: A Vow

Third Person Edwin’s fists connected with the punching bag in a steady, easy, familiar rhythm. The satisfying thud of each impact reverberated through the quiet training room, drowning out the world beyond. At twenty years old, he was in his prime, his body honed to perfection through years of dedicated training. Sweat glistened on his tanned skin under the harsh fluorescent lights, his muscles rippling with each powerful strike. The walls around him were adorned with dozens of medals and trophies, a testament to his skill and dedication. But Edwin barely noticed them anymore. For him, the true reward was in the fight itself, in pushing his body to its limits. Boxing wasn’t just a sport for Edwin; it was his passion, his escape, his way of proving himself. He would spend hours in this gym, long after others had gone home, always striving to be better, faster, stronger. As he finished his set, his trainer, Mike, pushed away from the wall and tossed