Sunggyu wasn’t fully recovered, but he insists on fighting as though he were. He’s sweating after a few steps, but his eyes show no weakness. Stubbornness keeps him standing. Determination keeps his blood flowing. Sheer willpower is what keeps his hands gripped around the scythe, even if he leans against it for support.
“I can’t believe these are the lightest limbs on the market,” he says. “It feels like my shoulder is about to be ripped off.”
He fears that he’s been sitting at home for too long. In his eyes, recovery time warps into nothing but the laziness. Sunggyu is supposed to be resting, but the hero’s heart that keeps him fighting won’t let him relax. “Alright, it’s time for round two,” he says. The man rolls up the sleeves of his reaper’s coat, then takes a steady breath. No matter what it takes, he’s going to whip himself back into special class shape. He needs to be able to look his rookies in the eye, then have his authority respected. “I hope you’re ready!” he says, gritting his teeth.
He runs as hard as he can, compromised speed be damned! But as he lifts his arms overhead to swing his scythe, his automail arm throws him off balance. His left leg swings out in a poor attempt to regain his center of gravity, but he falls to the floor. His metallic limbs clang against the floor of the training room and he sits there, stunned that someone like him could fall on his own ass. “Shit!” he snaps. The stress is getting too much for him. between the constant pain, baekhyun’s meddling, and caring for his fallen heroes, he himself could honestly use some recovery time. But he insists, as he always does, to push himself to his limits – then break those limits day after day.
Sunggyu throws his scythe in frustration and runs his hands through his silky, dark hair. His lips push out in a pout as he looks up to Leo. “How about a round three? I need to at least be able to run in a straight line before I go home.”
