Thirty-second | 38 days, 19th hour
I flop down beside Blake, shaking my head and using my hand towel to wipe the sweat trickling down on my temple. He's been training me since I got out of Mr. Graichen's office about four hours ago. "In case that pervert attacks you again, you can always use the upper cut," He tells me with a kind smile. He's been careful around me since learning about Cid. Cid the murderer, who's now after me. For what reason - me being an ESP - I never told him. "If the upper cut doesn't work," He adds moments later, wrapping my knuckles in clean gauze despite no wound's appearing. "You could just kick him here," He points to the side of his stomach. "You want to practice again?" I nod after drinking water. "Give me another two," And then we're standing up, punching at one another, practicing at hi
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