Chapter 40. Scalpel Master
Scalpels.
A professional doctor's tool.
Rose gave me plenty of them before taking me outside for training on Day 7.
She marked an aim circle on a nearby talking tree and instructed me to hit it with the scalpels.
Of course, I missed. Miserably.
"Listen, don't tense up. Just relax," she said, massaging my shoulders. "Now take your stance and throw with as much energy as you can."
I tried. Failed. Almost hit. And failed again.
"Well, keep trying. I'm cooking meat in the house. If you hit your target once, you get a piece. Twice, two pieces. But if you don't hit it at all... well, you know what that means."
With that, she walked away, her beast hound trailing behind her.
My stomach growled. After days of eating nothing but eyeballs, I was craving real food. At least I had some motivation now.
I kept trying. Again and again. Sat down, rested, then went back at it. The day seemed to be moving faster, the sun hotter.