He could still remember the frown that was etched on her face when she took a look at his beaten-up form.
That day, Song Jia had stormed off and met the instructor.
Jidenna wasn't aware of what was said, but he knew that whatever was discussed between them reduced the punches he got from his instructor.
With her there, he got to his bag off by the side in the fighting room, unzipped it, and brought out another set of clothes, walking off to the bathroom in the building with them.
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As days passed, Jidenna could feel himself becoming stronger.
The numerous flights of stairs he previously found tedious and exhausting became a walk in the park for him.
Sometimes Jidenna would feel as though there was a battery inside him that never ran down.
Of course, except during spars.
Whenever he felt as if he had gotten to the point of challenging his instructor to a proper duel, he got his ass handed over to him.