Chapter 53: Team Bonding & Creative Training (1)
The sparring chamber was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing, sneakers scuffing faintly against the smooth floor, and the occasional groan of someone who had just been slammed into said floor.
Ava sprawled flat on her back, arms flung wide like a fallen starfish. "I'm… never… moving again. Just bury me here. Tell the future generations that I died bravely in training. (x_x)"
"Dramatic," Kael muttered, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. He wasn't even out of breath, which made Ava want to throw a shoe at him. Or maybe both.
Brian lowered his fists, chest heaving but steady, his eyes flicking around at the others. "You all pushed too hard. You need to learn to conserve energy mid-battle."
