It was Saturday morning, one day before the tag team tournament.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky. The wind was casual. The birds chirped, perched on the roofs.
"Master!"
With an energetic bow, Jock arrived early in the Martial Redemption dojo, already dressed in his training getup.
There wasn't school today, so he could train all day, which was exactly what he needed because the competition was tomorrow.
After the trashing situation was solved, he kept training under Kiernan's guidance, and mostly kept doing the rope climbing exercises, some jump rope, and the Iron Style stance training.
Kiernan hadn't taught him a single technique just yet. He was far from ready.
While there wasn't any noticeable difference in Jock, he was actually feeling more energetic than ever before in his life.
The martial arts training was rejuvenating him like never before.
"Good morning."
