"Are you going to keep that tattoo or remove it? Because it looks out of place now that you have grown so much,"
"I'm going to expand on it. It represents the core of my family, but I'll make it my own…."
"I see… Well, just don't regret it,"
"I will end up regretting it later on… But not now. This will be my only way of showing that I have conquered my family by being one of the only survivors," Clio says before storming off into the kitchen.
What an edge lord.
The rest of the training passed quickly, and we were beaten and bruised throughout our entire body.
Mainly my body which had a few fractured bones that healed within a couple of hours… but it still hurt like shit.
I lay on the hard white surface that made up our pretty compacted training room.
It was nowhere near as big as the school's training arena, but it was enough for us to get the job done.
