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Chapter 80

Author: N. C. Harriet
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-03 17:00:00

IRIS

The soreness wakes me before the sun does.

Every muscle in my body protests as I roll out of bed, the ache in my legs sharp and persistent. My arms are worse, tight and heavy from yesterday’s training. Even breathing feels like it takes effort.

Still, I get up.

I don’t know if it’s stubbornness or guilt or something else, but I lace up my shoes, throw on a hoodie, and head outside. The sky is still that pale, pre-dawn gray.

The clearing looks the same as yesterday, but I don’t.

I’m already tired.

My grandfather is waiting, as expected. He gives no greeting, just a nod, and then we begin.

No warm-up. No talk.

Just motion.

He runs me through the same stances. The same breathing. The same footwork. Again and again.

And again.

“Weight on the balls of your feet,” he says.

I adjust.

“Too far forward.”

I shift.

“Now you’re back on your heels.”

“I’m trying,” I snap, before I can stop myself.

“Trying’s not good enough,” he says flatly.

I grit my teeth and reposition. Sweat already beads
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