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"Fear"

(Warning: Contains violence, blood. You have been warned.)

Akira’s POV:

I wiped the sweat off of my forehead, taking a second before I threw another punch at the punching bag. The knuckles of my fists were already bruised and bloody. I have trained for around an hour or two at this point. My body felt tired already, it wasn’t used to the force I put myself through that day.

I grabbed my bottle, and emptied the contains. The last drop of water dripped down onto my tongue and I frowned. I had to go get more water, yet again. But I didn’t wish to waste my time towards lazing around again, so I just put it down and continued.

I was slower than usual. My movements were slow, and my knuckles were bruised, hurt. I felt annoyed. I felt absolutely pissed off.

Not enough. Not enough. You are not doing enough.

I grabbed the flask and threw it to the wall, and heard the metal break. I stood still in my spot, and clenched my fists.