"I missed you guys!"
Mel swung his claws and at the same time yelled at the top of his lungs. There was such a strong wind that the words coming out of his mouth could barely reach his ears and then join the storm.
Mel was as rough as the winds. He focused on attacking without trying to protect his body. Now, he was not thrown away at the first blow, unlike before. Giving a short break to his training became beneficial for the young boy. Sometimes people were so immersed in work that they did not allow their minds and bodies to mature enough to reap the fruits of their efforts.
"I did not come here in the last few days, but now I can see the routes of the tornados clearly. I was so buried in them that it is good to step back and look from a distance!"
Mel, who made love until morning last night, now fought madly. The only common point of these two actions was the loss of his clothes with every moment.
