Training Instructor (mxkasas)
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One thing the blond noticed is that his sword was gone. While he had no particular attachment to it, it was really the only present that he ever got from Uncle Alba. Though…he kind of just threw it at him while it was unsheathed and told him to quit being a wimp and deal with those monsters outside (and for that he came home with a broken arm and lacerations from being forced to fight without any prior training). Most of the reason was because Emil didn’t like to fight, but after being pulled into a whirlwind of terror and mystery to get the Centurion Cores back, it made him stronger.
He was still weak compared to Lloyd though, and he was fine with that.
But for safety measures it would be best to start training again from the basics that he learned, though he couldn’t access Mana here. Swallowing nervously, he walked towards the Sports Field and was surprised that someone was out here so early in the morning. Well, morning was the best time to train since it was the beginning of the day, but not exactly at 4:15 in the morning.
"U-Um….Excuse me, but is there anyone else here right now?"
✖—— It was early. Like really early. Early enough for the sky to still me dark and pockmarked with stars that seemed to mock the denizens of Despair City with their untouchable freedom. There was very little movement on the streets, the stupor of sleep still heavy the chill air.
A thin veil of fog lay around the feet of Mikasa who'd been unable to clear her mind enough to sleep for more than a couple of hours. Instead she was outside in the clear air in the hours before everyone else began to stir, ready for another day of guessing who would be next to be offed. Despite the coolness, the raven haired teen stripped down to her sports bra leaving her shirt and scarf on one of the benches that lined the sports field. She began to stretch, shivering slightly with equal amounts of cold and anticipation: it had been a few days since she had properly exercised and her body was craving the burning feel of hard pushed muscles.
She had completed one lap around the field when she saw a small blond figure who called out to her. Mikasa slowed down and jogged over as she shook her head. ❝No, just me. Do you need something?❞ A sparring partner perhaps? Why else would someone be awake before five o'clock in the morning if not to train and become stronger.
