After Erza told me about training me I sat shocked at how blunt she put it. I'm kinda worried about how harsh training will be because they will probably expect a lot out of me. I don't known if I can live up to there expectations. I took a deep breath and tried to get rid of the shock. Erza has been waiting patiently for a response of any kind.
I nod my head slowly to left her know I understand, but I'm still worried. I want to do my best for Erza and Mira but what if my best isn't good enough. What if I disappoint them? As if reading my thoughts, Erza said "As long as you try your best Mira and myself will not be disappointed." I sat there stunned because it was as if she was reading my thoughts.
Erza is still just sitting there eating strawberry cheesecake like always. I still don't know what my ability or abilities are. I'm curious and nervous at the same time. Erza is really powerful. "Erza, What's your most powerful armor in your requip space?" I ask.
I can tell that she is thinking about the answer. She finally answers, "My strongest armor has got to be purgatory armor. It is mostly used for defense and rarely used for offense." I nod my head in understanding. I start thinking about what my ability will be.
When will my ability come? All these questions start popping up in my head and I start to get a headache. "Hey dad, can you hand me the aspirin?" I ask. He hums his agreement and walks over to me with the bottle in one hand and a glass of water in the other. I take them gratefully from him.
I open the bottle of aspirin and pop two into my mouth. I then chug the cup of water that I put on the table. After that I took a deep breath to rid myself from the oxygen deprivated state I was just in from chugging the cup of water. While taking the deep breath I smelled taco seasoning. "Hey dad, are we having tacos for dinner?" I ask. "Yep," he responds. "Hey Erza would you like to stay for dinner?" I ask.
Erza sat there looking shocked at the request. She nods her head slowly. I wonder why she was so shocked that I asked her to stay. We get up so we can get the stuff to set the table. When we almost done setting the table my father came in with the fixings to put on the tacos. He came in and out of the kitchen putting the tortillas, toppings and meat on the table. When he came in with the meat he sat down at the head of the table. "Help yourselves," he says. After he said that we had a nice relaxing meal and conversation. It was almost as if I wasn't getting weaker or my health wasn't in a bad condition.