"Argh! Argh! Argh!"
Jock groaned, moaned, and grunted in pain. His hands were bleeding. The blood trickled down the rope.
He was trying to climb the Endless Climb Rope, and while it didn't look too long and he thought he could reach the ceiling with ease, he actually hadn't moved even a little bit up the rope.
He had been climbing for close to ten minutes, and yet, no progress was in sight.
"What kind of cursed object is this?!"
He cried out, and then he let go of the rope and landed safely back on the dojo floor.
There were ugly-looking cuts in his palms, caused by the rope.
"Did I tell you to stop climbing?"
Kiernan asked while sitting outside, enjoying some tea, and reading some morning newspaper about world affairs.
"My hands are bleeding, and I cannot reach the ceiling. This rope is weird as hell!"
Jock shouted.
"Did I tell you that you have to reach the ceiling for the training to be completed? No, I told you to keep climbing.
"Your hands are hurt, but so what?"
