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The Rain in the Skipper's Sunshine
Three days had passed after Mr. Heirt beat the best out of the Skippers, and Reigna was assured that she needed to have some will to get stronger. But she’s always been a loser in training. She hated physical activities much as she denied her homework. It’s the one thing that made her a picture of insult from her siblings and even from her mom. Yes, they get along sometimes; however, her mom didn’t approve of her being so unwilling to train.
“Physical strength is to be measured by your own willingness to get beyond your status quo. If you’re unwilling, you can drop my subject. Yes, indeed, that’s the best option I can offer you.” The wrinkly and old Mrs. Halcht surveyed the Skipper as they spar, her hands shaking on her stick. She wanted to just stay seated, but her body knew no boundaries.
Briane was paired with Hail who, for some reason, was taking the friendly sparring seriously. Both of them already has bruises, but Briane’s forehead was bleeding. Beside them wer
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