In the Specialized Training Building
It has been close to 2 hours and the students of First Year Class A were still ongoing with their hard training. Their bodies were covered in sweat and they all heaved heavily as they continued on with their training.
Their body feeling broken and tattered yet still going on because of their own reputation… actually there was something else that helped them motivate.
Some of them looked at another part of the field and their roughed out face changed to anger and disbelief. As if tasting something quite bitter yet not being able to spit it out.
"Foosh!" "Foosh!"
"Foosh!" "Foosh!"
At the part of the field they were looking at, Henry stood there. He stood still at his place and the only thing that moved were his arms that were going back and forth in that order without stop.
He was punching the air.
"Foosh!" "Foosh!"
"Foosh!" "Foosh!"
