"Foosh!" "Foosh!"
It was the afternoon and I was inside the specialized training facility in Lancelot High. It was my training time with Harold as I practiced punching in the air for some time.
Harold watched me train with intensity and he finally moved, "You can stop now, Henry."
I do as he says and stand straight, taking a deep breath to clear my nostrils.
The punching motion seemed idiotic to everyone that saw me. For them, I was just a big meathead punching air, creating some noise and doing it altogether over and over again. It seemed nonsense to them, I get it.
But after practicing for quite a day, I would say otherwise.
The muscles in my arms feel much denser now and I also feel a sense of control all around my body. If I were to concentrate and think about a part of my body, a lot of information would be relayed back to me.
I don't know if that has something to do with this training or was it just my amazing potential.
