[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/47a888d2-9910-4b1a-bff8-05214ddc08a4.gif[/img][h1][color=fff257]Acion Nakamiji[/color][/h1][hr][/center]
To him, the minutes that passed by felt so much like he just travelled through time. By the time he was done with the lesson, his breathings had fastened, his hand emerged a slight hue of red, after countless times he punched, beaten and thrashed the wooden dummy in front of him. From the outside view, it seemed to anyone that the winged hero was on the rail, the first step toward mastering his style and trying to become a better fighter. But from the inside out, however, things weren't so simple. The moment he took a step away from the dummy, a sense of hollow began to rift in his chest, as it crackled onto his limbs, preventing him from moving any further away willingly. He could feel as if the moment he walked away from the dummy, some villain of unimaginable would appear in front of him, at the school, and he would leave with them in dust. It wasn't enough. It totally wasn't enough. 

But as much as his mind wanted to continue on with this endeavor, his body would further refuse to comply with his orders. His muscle had tensed, his neurons fatigued. He had no shape to continue unless he take an interval of breaks. So as much as his mind and body was disagreeing with each other right now, he knew the best option would be to obey nature's law and take it easy. Perhaps he could distract himself with something. Or someone. 

Now that he eyed on the other corner of the training room, Acion could notice two other occupants that were sharing the same intention as him. Three actually, but Mamoru left as soon as Acion noticed her. He wondered what she was up to now. The other two seemed to have finished their friendly sparring with each other. He did remember those two having their own respective moments of highlights in the last major fight with the class, though one of them were on the opposite spectrum comparing to the other guy. But they seemed busy with each other right now that Acion found it a little imposing if he approach them now. A pity that he was a little too focused on his own little corner that he missed out most of the battle that they just had. He could have had a nice reference for his own training too.

As he wiped the sweat on his face and neck, he cooled himself down with a couple of sips from his sport drink. It was still quite early to call it a day. He had nothing really interesting to do outside of this training room anyway, or anyone else to meet, so he'd probably would remain in this little corner here for the rest of the day, until dinnertime. Hopefully Donny or someone would have something good to compensate for what he did today 

[color=fff257][I]'Huh?'[/I][/color]

Just as he turned around and was preparing to put away his stuff, a thud suddenly fell into his hearings, as he saw Tomoe right in front of his vision. How did she come right behind him just now? This girl could be spooky sometimes. But more or less, rather than sneaking up and hitting Acion, she instead was on the ground, bowing deep like a puppy who just got scolded by her owner. It was the old Tomoe again. The cute and sleepy girl he knew. But why was she saying sorry then? What was that clone of her all about? Was that all her controlling, or was it an alternative persona? 

But still, she was right below him. While he still had some nightmares about that bite on his leg the other day, for some strange reason, he didn't feel resentful or anything. Maybe he was maintaining his agnosticism, that he didn't know if Tomoe really wanted to hurt him that day. Or maybe because he too felt like he deserved the beating. Not exactly for the right reason, but for what happened earlier that day, he felt like he needed to have his share too. Nevertheless, the fact that she was bowing down in front of him did not really sit well with him.

[color=fff257]"You don't need to be so dramatic."[/color] He kneeled down on one knee right beside Tomoe and talked to her gently. [color=fff257]"Just stand up."[/color]

If she would that is. He was more comfortable to settle things as equal rather than the judge. 

[color=fff257]"You don't have to say sorry to me. I've always considered what happened on that day to be even. Or maybe I owed you something. But either ways, that's not on you."[/color]

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