#Chapter21
Wooden Sword
/"Snap out of it,/" Deimos gave me a low growl before he hit the side of my right thigh with his favorite wooden sword. The same sword he uses when he decides I needed to be taught a lesson.
Although I don't know what exactly the things I've learned, considering he's been hitting me ever since we got in this pack, but according to him, it would make me learn better.
My bare knees could feel the salt bury deep into my skin, now that I've been kneeling on it for almost forty five minutes. I feel like the salt would probably stay on my knees permanently if I have to continue in this position for another forty five minutes. Give or take.
My legs are starting to buckle from exhaustion, and both my arms which was raised sideways with the palm side up, started to shake. But I ignored all those physical pain as I tightened my muscles and suck it up.
Better I feel this kind of pain than think of Alastor.