Chp 6
Recovery pt2
"OH MY GOD!!!" A scream rang out in the infirmary. The nurse sent to take care of Squall was shocked to see that her patient was wide awake and healed. His lacerations were healed, and he was up and dressing himself. She screamed again. "WHAT IN THE WORLD!"
Squall put on his black leather jacket. "Quiet down. You'll wake all of Garden." The nurse ran out.
"Well, let's get to it."
Walking through the halls, he received the stares of several cadets. When he arrived at his destination, the guard there tried to stop him.
"Sir, please! You are in critical condition, and you have no weapon or junctions! Sir-"
Squall just pushed past him. "Liar." he muttered.
When half an hour had passed, the Training center was crowded with cadets. They watched as Squall, without GF or weapon, destroyed half of Garden's T-rexaur stock.
The crowd oohed as Squall did a back flip to dodge a Rexaur's bite, and then clapped when a pillar of ice ram-rodded it's way through the beast's throat, almost instaneously.
However, the instructors, amazed as the cadets, soon came to take them up to class. Soon only one was left to watch.
"So Squall, could you please tell me HOW this happened?" James asked curiously, obviously faking.
Squall quickly dispatched the creature he was fighting, and then jumped over to James. "I'll give you one guess." He said coldly.
James's smiled. "You'd have to be the first complete success I've ever heard of. "
Squall slouched against one of the psuedo-trees in the center, scowling. "It wasn't complete. My sword arm is weaker than a child's. Competing will be difficult, even with the help. I have another hope, but I don't want to count on it."
James smiled and turned to leave. "But you will compete."
Squall smiled. "Of course."
24 days pass in this manner of training. His friends marvel at his miraculous recovery, only James knows how it is possible. He keeps his friend's secret.
"Will you tell them?" the voice asked.
"When they are ready .When I win.
"I'll hold you to that."
"Fine."
Squall walked on to the Ragnarok, Lionheart, was on his back, holstered in, in case he needed it.
His friend's watched him climb the ramp, hope in their eyes, but each one hoping for someone else.
Sorry for the super shortness, I didn't mean to!!!!!
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the ball, the blade, and the bodyguards!
