"Harder! What the hell is the matter with your face!?"
Tetsuya was doing push-ups—that's right, we were only finishing warm-up, and Mother was already yelling at him. His agony trying to finish the last set made me feel absolutely vindicated. That was true training, friend, and we haven't even begun yet.
"Stivastin, drop another set! You're way too relaxed there."
I made a face, getting down again, but still... it felt great getting pushed.
Tetsuya finished his set and rested on his back, watching the sky.
"Broken yet?" I asked, crawling closer.
"We've been at it for a while..." he said to the sky. "...what next?"
I wasn't sure, since he never touched a sword.
"Alright, get something to drink and we resume in a few minutes..." she said, talking to her phone.