The next morning, Thursday, I awoke tired and a little grumpy but tried to brush it off by staring with a nice warm shower. The shower helped a bit and so did the french toast and potatoes I made for breakfast. After that I went ahead and started on the greenhouses.
One by one I went through and pulled out the weeds and cleared out the dead vines and leaves. I got through the first three before lunch. It was hard work pulling and lifting, bending and stretching so by lunch I was sore all over. I decided to stop for the day and pick up the next morning. I studied and practiced magic all afternoon and went for a swim in the dark after dinner.
Keeping up that pattern I got the first eight greenhouses cleared out on Saturday and spent Sunday morning tilling and mixing up the soil and finishing out the last two.
I discovered I had a knack for languages and was able to pick new ones up easily. I figured it was related to my ability to speak to animals, which I learned was called beastspeaking. I also have a knack for picking up theories and for transfiguration.
When Monday rolled around I started my schedule and was excited to start my martial arts classes. I arrived at the dojo half an hour early in my excitement and got to watch the previous class finish up. They were an advanced class and moved very quickly through the motions. I got to saw two of them spar against the instructor at the same time. They kept at it for several minutes before the instructor defeated them.
I lined up with the others when the class started in the outfit I had purchased earlier and awaited instructions. The instructor started by introducing himself and told us to call him Sensei. Then he gave us an overview of what the class would entail and what types of supplemental exercises to do and how often to practice. Then he walked us through the first few basic moves, before dismissing us.
I stuck around waiting for the next class and noticed I was the only one who stayed from the previous class. It went the same as the first class and I seemed to be picking it up fairly easily. On my way out the Sensei called me back to talks. He asked about why I was taking both classes and why back to back. I told him I was interested and that exercise was an important part of my journey to becoming healthier and getting up to normal size and weight. He was a bit surprised and said he had been worried about my weak appearance.
He told me how most people can't handle doing two classes, especially not right after each other. They had a hard time keeping the two separate and keeping up. I told him I can handle it. He said he would keep an eye on me and we'd talk if he thought I was having trouble.
On my way out I vowed to myself to do my best so I wouldn't be kicked out of either class. Back at home I went straight to the ballroom and spent another hour practicing both sets of moves and memorizing which went with which. After a shower to remove the sweat and freshen up I had dinner and studied until bed.
The next morning I was sore and had to take a warm bath to loosen up.
