Cellestine had always been an athletic girl. She loved running and she was quite skilled at Taekwondo, having been a black belter when she was sixteen. She was much stronger than the average person her age and her running speed was impeccable.
But at that moment, she felt like her heart would suddenly leap out of her chest because of how fast her heart rate was. She was so sure that she looked like a mess. Sweat dripped from her head to her face to her body. The clothes she wore were soaked. She could no longer feel her feet.
This was their second week of intense training under the leadership of Earl Rye. That man was definitely a smiling devil; Cellestine decided to call him. Chill ran down her spine thinking about the amiable appearance of the cruel-hearted student council president.
