𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐶 𝐾

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮

"chaos makes the muse."

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"AGAIN." Silver demands, watching the boy repeatedly hit the punching bag. He wasn't going to give the boy a break until he felt he deserved one and right now, it didn't seem like he was getting it any time soon. "Punch harder! Give it all you have!"

Silas punches and punches, each one only causing his body to ache more and more. This was not what he was expecting top of the morning when Silver called him in. His back pain was reduced to a minimum, thanks to the pills he received. They were heaven sent and saved him from so much pain. For that he owed Terry and this is why he kept going.

"Imagine your opponents. Strike them again and again. Don't allow them to even stand." Terry encourages, circling around him. "Kick!"

Silas with a shout, kicks the bag. He was growing extremely exhausted and he didn't know how long he was going to last. He kept punching, giving it his all, but his body was draining and he needed to be a hundred percent for practice with the class.

"I can't." Silas breathes out, hands going on his knees as he tries to catch his breath.

"You can! You never give up!" Terry himself, starts to punch the bag. "You keep going and going, no matter what! Keep hitting!"

"I've been hitting for almost two hours nonstop." Silas sits on a near by bench. "Any longer and I'm weak."

"No, we're doing this to make you stronger." Terry grabs him and drags him over to the bag. "Continue. You don't stop until I say—."

"Time for class." Kreese walks into the back room, relieving Silas.

"Thank Goodness." Silas sighs out, wiping sweat from his forehead and taking the water Kreese held out to him.

"You okay?" Kreese mumbles, checking his son over.

"Exhausted, but fine." Silas tells him, leaning into his side. "You saved me from the torture."

Kreese chuckles lightly, ruffling his hair. "Go change and get ready. They're waiting for you."

Silas nods, glancing between the two before doing as told. Silver scoffs. "He had more practice to do."

"He could do it with the rest of the class." Kreese remarks. "He doesn't need you over working him."

"That kid is going to be the reason we beat everyone." Terry states. "He needs to be strong. Practice more."

"He's stronger than everyone on the other side. He can use more training, but not to the point where he can't fight at all." Kreese remarks.

Terry nods, staying silent for a moment. "I just want you to know I haven't forgotten what you did for me. I wouldn't be here if not for you. And I'll do anything to prove my loyalty. Anything."