'Do it long enough you might go bald.' My face darkens at the message. 'My first chatter is a troll.'
After the 100 squats, I stretch to prepare for the run. I pause as my face scrunched up. 'I won't really go bald, right?'
I change from a run to 200 high kicks 'for no particular reason, I swear.' I walk to a nearby tree and start 100 kicks with my right leg.
'Stupid chatter theirs no way I'll go bald. I have a head full of luscious hair! Though I have no way to confirm as I've never seen this bodies parents or grandparents.'
'But that doesn't matter!' My face darkens more at the thought. 'If only I had resources, time, or talent. If I had any of these things I wouldn't e so stressed. But as soon as I graduate I'm getting thrown into a war. Then the ninetails right after. My chances of survival are almost zero by myself.'
I take a deep breath and focuson finishing my exercise. Switching to 100 with my left.