#Chapter92 "Goodluck then."

"Goodluck then."

"Are you training to kill someone?" I briefly lay my eyes on an unfamiliar guy standing and watching me, with his arms crossed, through my peripheral view, before focusing my eyes on the object in front of me once more.

I ignore his attempt of conversation and continue throwing hits on the punching bag. I've been training since the morning and so far I have only taken one break—20 minutes only. I had been restless the previous night, tossing and turning so much that I actually grew tired of trying to sleep. The idea of the proximity of tomorrow night's event caused my restlessness and...