After a couple of days, I was still running trying to get the five laps inside the ten minutes’ window that James asked before even training me in fighting. At least I could wake up by five in the morning. The only fighting I’ve done is witnessing them fight while I run.
Is this a metaphor? If we get attacked, am I supposed to be the one running away while they fight?
My time today was ten minutes with fifteen seconds. I still don’t understand how he wouldn’t let me practice combat instead of running with that timeframe.
“That’s the best I can do. I can’t believe you won’t train me in combat because of those last fifteen seconds”. I was losing my patience by now.
James and Krystal looked at me surprised, halting their fighting session.
“You need to crave it”, James only said, trying
