The Young Shimada

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Salem's pov

Weak! I'm so weak! My aim is off and I do better with my broken blade! The cross bow is useless if I can't hit anything with it!

I sit on the ground looking at the broken blade that has a dragon etched in the side, head missing from where I broke it off.

I hear genii's foot steps come up from behind me then his voice, "Salem, when was the last time you slept."

I wave my hand dismissively as I reply, "doesn't matter." I stand and stretch, still holding the sword.

Last time I slept was probably a week ago but I don't care. I need to train. Its all that matters. I can't fail.

Failure is not an option.

I grab my cross bow and without looking I shoot hitting one of the bots in the body.

I look and frown, "Only a body shot?" I mutter, angry with myself for not being better.

I glance over to the doors only to have my eyes meet with my dad's. I look away quickly. Why is he here? I'm not as good as him, he is probably disappointed in me.

I am his failure.