Slap.
"Ow..."
Slap.
"Son of a..."
Slap.
"Stop! You crazy old man, I'm awake! I'm literally awake!"
I shot upright, or at least, I tried to. The moment my body left the floor, my brain waited for a big, hot line of pain to cut across my chest. I braced myself for the feeling of broken glass in my lungs, squeezed my eyes shut, and...
Nothing.
I blinked fast, clearing the blur from my eyes. I was not dead. I was not even in pain. I was still sitting on the cold metal floor of the training hall, right in the middle of the big, burned hole we had made during our family bonding time.
Slap.
"Yep, definitely awake," my grandfather, Zephyr von Celestial, said cheerfully. He was crouched right next to me, his big gloved hand hanging in the air like he was ready to slap me again. "A bit loud for a patient, but the reflexes are there."
