The next morning ( Early )
*Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud*
"Haah… not again!"
*Zap!*
"Ahh!" Daniel screamed, bolting forward.
All the shamans were ordered to complete thirty rounds. Marco made it clear that today's training would be brutal—his goal was to force every one of them to master the First Form through relentless repetition.
*Zap!*
"Ahh!" Zushio screamed.
Marco stood at the center, unleashing lightning zaps at his whim. This time, he didn't strike the one lagging at the back—he struck anyone who slowed down, even for a heartbeat.
…
After half an hour of warm-up, they made their way toward the center, rubbing their arms as they gathered around Marco in a loose semicircle
"Students I know, you all are excited to master the first form," Marco said, his voice brimming with excitement.
A few nodded weakly. The rest offered no response, focused on soothing their sore, trembling arms.
"So I brought you this." said Marco.
*Clap-Clap*
