Bab 52: Fruits of Training

--It's been two months since I managed to convince Sora and Tristan to train me, although it feels like it's been a year. My lazy, undetermined old self was quite literally beaten away by their ruthless regime. I'm practically out here from dawn till dusk, making up for all of the outside activity I shut myself out from.

He scorned the gnawing heat that further tortured his exhausted body. All of his wishes yearned for a cool gust of wind to graze his sweat-coated skin. There wasn't much time to waste wishing for graces by the world as something was headed straight for him.

"Gh…!"

He winced at the sudden force brought down atop his head. In his lapse of focus, Sora had brought down a wooden sword directly against his skull--it wasn't the first time, mind you. What especially made this whack painful was the fact Sora managed to hit the same spot over and over again, resulting in him smacking the newly formed welt on his scalp.