Sweat covered my entire body, my skin hot as if I had a fever. The air felt like it was being hammered out of my lungs, never seeming to stay in long enough for me to truly catch my breath. The muscles in my legs and arms had been so strained that I could almost feel the fibers aching individually when I moved.And yet, that irritating voice kept repeating it, again and again.“The movement is wrong. And too slow.” Cross said, his voice authoritative as if he were speaking to one of his soldiers “Again.”Gasping for breath like never before in my life, I raised my eyes to meet his, truly feeling that I could kill him right there if I were so exhausted.Part of me didn't even remember agreeing to this madness of him training me. But then, that morning, he had barged into my room uninvited, as had become the norm. He said something about how, now that my drugstore was finally open, I'd have enough time to take care of my own safety, but I didn't pay much attention.He had lent me more m
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