The One Who Aims High (Pt 2)

A few hours had passed since they began their training session—well, only a little over two hours to be exact—and the boys were already plenty tired.

Everyone, except for one person in particular, was on the ground, lying flat and heaving heavily. Sweat covered their whole skin as they struggled to keep a normal composure amid their heavy gasps.

"Haa… that was… intense…" One of the boys who still had enough strength to form words let out.

Unlike the rest, he didn't seem as tired. It could be that their opponent had gone easier on him, or… he was simply better than the rest.

The boy's eyes all darted towards the one who had dealt them such serious attacks that they were now on the ground.

He was seated on one of the chairs at the edge of the hall, having beads of sweat on his face, which he wiped off with a towel.

"Are you sure this won't affect your performance at the event?"

The boy in question, Jerry, gave a small smile as he glanced at his worried friend.