Marked by Fate
He threw his towel at me, but it missed my hands and fell to the ground.
“My bad.” I said, picking it up, with a sheepish smile.
He chuckled. “Never mind. With time, you’ll get used to it.” His face suddenly became serious. “But I need you to be focused and always stay alert. As a warrior, you should always be ready for war, even if you’re unarmed.”
I tightened my lips, crossed my hands at my back and nodded firmly.
“Now, we’ll move over to the next phase.” He made a gesture, signaling me to throw the face towel back at him. I steadied my hand and threw it, but it flew in a haphazard manner. He gave me a flat look and picked it up.
Sikat na Kabanata