Just when I moved the side, and even before my body stopped spinning midair, I saw another spear coming from the front.
And another one was following close from the back.
Sh*t! Were they determined to take my life away? Screw you all!
At this moment, I felt great enmity with the rocks that I wanted to blast every single rock in my three worlds when I'd return alive from this test.
Without waiting, I used the momentum of my body and my rope, changed the trajectory of my body again, evading the incoming attack from the front.
Then the attack from behind arrived. And without even catching my breath, I hit it with my leg, sending my body to another direction while flying again.
This kept repeating itself countless times, making me grow numb to this.
Hey mysterious dude high in the sky watching me, my human race wasn't a flying race at all! We dreamt of flying indeed, but that didn't mean you had to grant this wish to me right now!