Aster kept ramming his shielded fists into the trunk of the cherry tree. The anger, helplessness, and pain fueled his strikes, and the shockwaves that came from his fists grew stronger and stronger as he drove them against the splintering bark.
When the worst of the feelings overflowed from within him, Aster finished his task with a final, resounding collision that echoed into the nearby town with ringing ferocity as the trunk of the large tree finally gave way to the assault when the wood splintered from the force.
Hundreds of the tiny red fruits had been knocked to the dirt by his efforts, but as the large tree split in two, and the bulk of the arbor fell into the river with a splash, Aster couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment for bringing such destruction to something he had once foolishly admired, that once made him feel safe and in awe of what his friends could accomplish.
