We Have To Train
"Burning that *sshole's face was a good idea," Apollo muttered with a smile. He was currently sitting under a makeshift roof back at his beggar spot. This was the second time he'd built a roof, which he had brought with him from the Great Serpent Cultivation School.
True to his job, his driver had waited for him outside the school, and, along with Gail, they returned to this street. Gail had offered to help by providing materials, but he had politely refused. He liked the sense of fulfillment that came from doing things himself.