"You do understand how many times you injure me, my head aches even more the next morning," I said, finally able to get up after both my legs grew back. Ethan stood before me with his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, you have to be kidding me."
"It only makes sense since all your pain receptors are ultimately connected to your pain," he said, twisting his body and aiming a spinning kick at my head. I quickly leaned back, dodging it, only to receive a hard punch right in my solar plexus, knocking all the air out of me. "But some things just need to be done, no matter how hard they are. If I don't train you, I doubt you will be able to survive for much longer."
