"One!" one of the disciples shouted, pressing the attack against the training pillar with their hand.
"Two!" someone else sang to the same tune, doing the same but with his left hand.
"Four!" yet another disciple trained at his own pace, striking the pillar with his left foot.
'Look at them go,' Mia thought with a small smile, observing how the normie disciples trained.
Not a single one of them had any chance of participating in the intersect tournament. Outside of Mia's team, hardly any disciple managed to reach the fifth stage, not to speak about the sixth one, which was basically a requirement for the sect to consider one's participation.
But that didn't stop any of them.
Intersect tournament or not, they were all eager to squeeze this opportunity to grow to its limits.
'If only I didn't have so much on my mind,' Mia thought, her mood souring by the second.
For Fcks sake...
Right as I sat down to write, I wanted to refill my ecig. And guess what?
Now my desk, keyboard and clothes are all sticky because this fcking bottle uncorked completely and split most of its content all over my workspace...
So well, if you wonder what I was doing instead of writing second chapter... Then I was frantically running around trying to salvage my PC, Keyboard and desk...