Chapter 20: Swordsmanship?
"Just two more! You can do it!" Micheal cheered me on as I neared the end of my third set of 250 push-ups.
-Thud.
"Fuck, I am exhausted," I groaned falling face-first onto the ground, "Can we take a small break?"
"Fine, 10 Minutes," He said making his way towards someplace that I did not know of.
As the sun rose over the mountains, the first day of my training weighed heavily on me. My motivation flickered, but something kept me going...
[Cmon, lose that chunk and the maidens shall be yours~]
'What fucking nonsense are you spewing?'
Dante was buzzing nearly the whole time I trained today which felt annoying. He would mock me for being overweight which he suddenly started doing today. Don't know why but what the hell can I even do about it?
[You should focus on losing that child in your belly] He sneered, his tone mixed with mocking laughter.
When did this guy become so insufferable? But whatever because of him I did not quit—I want to prove to this useless system—I mean useless guardian wrong.
[I am not useless!] He shot back.