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Even the evil Mr. Grimes let them sleep in until at least 7:30 a.m. most mornings.
Max sluggishly got out of bed.
Sakura threw him a pair of shorts and blew her whistle a few more times.
“Alright,” smiled Sakura. “We’re going for a jog.”
It was still dark outside in the tower-zone. Sakura and Max did a light jog towards a training facility near the tower.
“Alright, now do one hundred laps around the track,” shouted Sakura.
“One hundred!?”
“You want to be prepared for your first day of climber academy, don’t you?”
Max groaned and started jogging around the track.
Sakura blew a whistle after his first lap. “That’s one,” she said. “Ninety-nine more to go.”
* * *
“One hundred!” cheered Sakura.
Max collapsed on a patch of grass beside the track. He was covered in sweat and his whole body ached.
“How ya feeling?” smiled Sakura.
“Ughhhh,” groaned Max.
“What’s that?” said Sakura. “You want to do one hundred push-ups and one hundred sit-ups as well?”
“I definitely did not say that,” sighed Max.
“I think you did! Now get up and get started!”
Max’s whole body hurt, but he knew he wasn’t going to give up. Groan and complain? Okay, maybe a little bit, but ultimately he knew Sakura was pushing him so he could get stronger and that’s exactly what he needed to do.
Max got into push-up position and got to work.
He pushed himself up and down to the sounds of Sakura’s whistle. The shrill high-pitched sound of his mentor’s whistle began to take on a demonic tone.
After the push-ups and sit-ups, Sakura made him do an hour of meditation while balancing a book on his index finger.
“Now that’s volume five of Love Amongst Climbers,” said Sakura. “My favorite volume. So if you let it fall off your finger too many times that you damage it, you’re going to get into serious trouble! You have to keep it on your finger for an hour and if it falls, the timer restarts.”
Max took a deep breath and focused on keeping the book on his finger. He could maybe balance the book for a second or two, but his finger wasn’t strong enough to hold the book up on its own. Within seconds, the book would fall off his finger and hit the ground.
SHRIEK!
The whistle was like a knife stabbing into his ears.
“Restart the timer,” said Sakura. “You better not wreck my book!”
You’re the one who came up with this insane training exercise, thought Max to himself, sighing.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking,” barked Sakura. “Put that book back on your finger.”
Max ended up spending most of the afternoon on this exercise and was never able to go longer than ten seconds.