Free soloing is one of the most exhausting activities in extreme sports. In his climb, Adrian took seven breaks, and he could even see the words left behind by his predecessors at every resting spot. As he made his way to the top, the names were like warm greetings that silently supported him.
Old Mauriat was following Adrian at a speed that was neither fast nor slow. He enjoyed not the joy of reaching the top but the pleasure of looking for the names of his old friends.
After he went back and met up with his old friends, he would have a new conversation topic. “Buddy, you rested eight times when you scaled the cliff back then. You really suck!”
Old Mauriat was not the only person with a sarcastic sense of humor. All Riders would develop this bad habit after being a part of this organization for some time.
When Adrian was at the last ten meters of his ascent, his arms were shaking. However, Old Mauriat called out from below, “Keep climbing. If you fall down now, there will be no more new Riders in the future!”
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