Thankfully, I didn't get stabbed in my sleep and was still alive to see the morning sun.
Small victories.
The first thing I did after waking up was quietly slip out of the dorm room.
Leona—or rather, Leon—was still fast asleep, and I wasn't about to be the guy who woke up a cross-dressing sword prodigy just because I couldn't sit still.
So I tiptoed out and headed toward the one place I dreaded more than death itself.
The gym.
...But today was different.
I was different.
Yesterday, I could barely lift a 1kg dumbbell without feeling like my arms were going to fall off.
But now? It felt like I was lifting featherweights—no joke, the 1kg dumbbells felt like they were 250 grams.
It was euphoric.
I was on top of the world.
"Two hundred thousand and ninety-six!"
...Okay, so maybe I exaggerated that number a tiny bit. But it's all about mindset, right?
Ring ring~
