Father’s Honor

Jiang felt that he couldn’t make it. 175kg was too much for him.

His arms were beginning to fail him, and his body was losing control. Everything he was doing was all by instinct. His arms, torso, and legs were shaking. Every inch of skin, every piece of muscle, every drop of blood, and every little cell was struggling to hold the weight.

Give it up. You can’t do that, a voice said in Jiang’s mind.

It’s 175kg. You have never tried that before. You have already done a nice job. Even if you can’t lift it, you are good, another voice rang.

Give it up. You already got the silver, you have gained something. That’s enough, the first voice said again, seeking reasons to persuade Jiang.