As a surge of excitement coursed through me, I grabbed my communication device and decided to call my cousin. I was eager to share the progress I'd made to my human diary. However, the moment her tired voice reached my ears, my excitement subsided, and I changed my mind. I'll just tell her what happened some other day. I bet she's having a hard time, especially since she's training under the "beast-lady."
"How are you?" I asked.
"I'm fine, I guess?" she said, her voice laced with exhaustion. "Aunt Ramses' training is tiring. It's like she doesn't want me to attend the trial alive." She let out a laugh, and I snorted.
"Is that so? What kind of training are you doing?" I asked, but she ignored my question and laughed again.
"Did your weird accent come back again?" she teased. It must be a really tough training if she's ignoring my question.
"Maybe," I chuckled, thinking I could share a similar experience to make her feel better. "Mr. M's training is also tiring."
