XVI.7

I spent the whole week training with Idris at his father’s old rest house. The very first time was pure hell mainly because I’m barely good at anything that has to do with fighting and quite somehow, violence. I’m not really that surprised about performing at bare minimum even when I could feel it in my own self that I’m trying my best effort. I’ve been mediocre at everything and that’s one thing about me that I’m quite embarrassed to admit. That’s most probably the reason why I’m not good at any sports. My mom tried enlisting me to different sports like basketball and football but I never lasted a day. Balls just don’t interest me that much, I guess.

I thought we are going to train using some kind of weapon which I thought would be easier yet deadlier. Perhaps Idris would provide some sharp swords or some kind of magical stick but I was just too dumb not to think that Idris was going to train me with h