His practice seemed vicious, but it was methodical, a set series of ferocious kicks and agility punches for cardio put a great deal of strain on his legs. When it became unsafe to train any further, his legs would simply give out. The punching bag consistently emitted muffled thuds that echoed through the empty room. Instead of slowing as fatigue set in, Gideon’s strikes only became more ferocious until he collapsed in a glistening heap with the only sound being his heavy breathing and the quiet hum of the room’s air conditioning. The florescent lighting gave him a headache after workouts, so he simply kept the room as dim as possible. His personal trainer simply stood watching with her brow knit together in concern.His form wasn’t her concern any longer, rather, it was flawless. It was his mental fortitude that always seemed so fragile.
“You’re going to strain yourself if you push too hard too quickly at the end, it’s better to work yourself to the ground slowly. You’re too agitated.” He was promptly reprimanded for his recklessness.
“Sorry” Gideon was too tired to face his instructor, but the side of his face formed sharp dimples.
‘What a bitter smile’ She thought, worry still plaguing her features.
Gideon finally glanced up at her face, reading her expression. He decided to alleviate her stress, she did too much for him already.
“I’ve still got enough left in me for a round or two.” Gideon suggested with a renewed cheeky smile.
“Not a chance champ, in your state, you wouldn’t be able to land a punch.” She laughed.
“That’s not what I meant, V.” Gideon’s grin turned sly.
V’s brow frowned in lack of understanding for a moment before her features contorted in a mixture of embarrassment and appalled surprise. Eventually she let out a mocking laugh that sounded more uncomfortable than condescending.
Her gaze fell to the floor where she noticed specks of blood dispersed across the mat. V clicked her tongue.
“You didn’t wrap your hands again? What will the school think? Your parents are turning in their graves.” Gideon nodded at the lightened atmosphere, completely ignoring her objections.
“I’ll just put a band-aid around the knuckles.”
“Are you retarded?”
“V…”
She clicked her tongue again.
“Just go to school, if you’re late to your first day, you’re grounded.”
Gideon chuckled, “That’s fine, more time to spend with you.” He began to stand with a huff, his hands on his knees, but V swept his legs out from under him with an annoyed expression. He could only groan as he landed with a harsh thud.
Gideon ate while he walked towards the school, his hair was still wet and his simple clothes were slightly disheveled. He had wrappings of linen cloth around both palms so tight that his fingers were beginning to become slightly discolored and every hand movement made him grimace. Moving in the direction of the school without thinking, he had been immersed in his own thoughts until he joined with the majority of the student body. He remembered there being a tour last year, but he was unsure of the school’s current scheduling for introductions and the welcoming ceremony.