Chapter 102: Reunion With The Sun
Woah.
Somehow, I felt better than I had in months.
I chuckled to myself as I stepped down from the carriage, stretching my arms above my head. The crisp morning air filled my lungs, and for once, my body didn’t protest with aches or exhaustion.
Five days.
It had been five days since I’d collapsed in the information room—since Emory had carried me off to who-knows-where. And yet, when I’d woken up the next morning, I found myself on one of the sofas on the second floor, and it felt like someone had scrubbed the fatigue from my bones.
Not just scrubbed. Polished.
I’d practically bounced out of the sofa, energy humming under my skin.
Even the turtle brothers had noticed.
That morning’s training session had been... unforgettable.
I’d lasted a full thirty minutes against them, ten whole minutes longer than the day before. And I improved by a whole another level too.
Their reactions had been priceless. Dono had dropped his staff. Mike’s nunchaku had tangled mid-swing. Ralph had blinked like I’d grown a second head.