Robin kept slamming his head into the thick palm tree - one he had reinforced with soul forceso it wouldn't break easily under the sheer force of his frustration. He kept pounding, even after the pain should've convinced him to stop.
".Is this some kind of ancient ritual?" the blind old man raised an eyebrow, frowning in vague amusement.
"No. I'm just a competitive, masochistic human being," Robin gritted his teeth, voice trembling with emotion.
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