Practice? Practice what?
“What are we going to practice?” I asked, quietly. I looked around at everything in the room, “I don’t know how to fight or even hold a knife. There’s no point in me ‘practicing’ anything.”
“Look. Here is dangerous. You are going to have to learn.” She told me, walking over to a dummy. “Now, come over here.”
I sighed. Another thing I would be horrible at. Slowly, I walked over to my sister, hoping she wouldn’t flip me or something like that. She looked at me and then at the dummy “Punch it in the face.”
I looked at the dummy and did as I was told, punching it. Saga then said, looking at me “You need to build up some muscle.” Then she went and punched the thing, actually sending it’s head back a bit. “You gotta hit harder.”
I looked at my arms, which were twig thin. I didn’t have any muscle at all, which must’ve b