It's been two days since George and I made that unstable plan to build up the troops' soldiers' morale.
Each morning I wake up, I don't eat, I just train until evening, then I eat.
George couldn't keep up with my pace. Hell, he even called me a machine for being able to go a whole day without feeling hunger.
Honestly, I worked hard to attain this absurd ability to tame hunger. Just thinking about those days I suffered back in K's house makes my blood boil.
Forget about it.
But still, George tries his best to train with me everyday. Including Jeriq too. The guy never leaves my side and is always with me, the only times he ever leaves me alone is when he's eating or when I'm going to my tent.
It's..
I let out a soft sigh.
I'm sitting with crossed legs. The shirt of my red uniform lies just beside me, on top of my folded robe, next to my Chakram.
I'm bare chested.
The morning rays sprinkle on my body, and I endure the heat.
