156 Training 5
Five. Six. Seven times.
To no avail.
Breathing raggedly, she asked: "Again."
Kyo felt... used.
Eighth blast of power. Nothing.
"Just. what. What do- I can't understand." Frustrated, Yuya threw a fistful of grass in his direction. They barely travelled before scattering listlessly, despite the force she'd applied.
A small humourless chuckle escaped her lips. How perfectly fitting to her predicament.
Kyo was tempted to axe the futile session when he realised that her hostility was not intended for him. Humbled by her efforts and inspired by her diligence, Kyo endeavoured to see at least some fruits of his labour.
