Sacred Heart

"You do not seem to think highly or even moderately of yourself, K. Is something wrong?" Grim asked his friend.

K nodded. "For sure. Do not worry about it." 

Their day went on with four straight hours of training conducted by the General of the Yukario Barracks, Aria Glacies. 

Grim and K were panting heavily as they stopped to catch a breath and take a break at the same time. 

"I-Is she always this intense?!" Grim turned towards Rhys, who was grinning at the fact that they were falling behind off of him. He did not even bother responding.

"Let's go, K! There is no way we are losing to that brat!" 

"I hate to say this, but you know he is only a year younger than us, right?" K jokingly retorted back.

"Does it look like I care? Come on!" Grim revved up his feet and started sprinting once again.