Another morning came, the sun shone its magnificence atop the mountain peaks and it was the much-awaited day where the official ceremony for Shaman Apprenticeship Acceptance shall be performed and celebrated.
It's Miguel's second day of his turn in using Argus's body and as usual, he had been very diligent in training the kid's body. For this body is his soul's vessel, trapped inside, he could only help but strengthen Argus.
~Hey Old man! Aren't you tired? I don't know how long you have been staying here. I have fully satiated myself from peeking naked ladies at the lake hehe and here you are, still training?~
Miguel raised his head as he removed the obstructing long cascading dark hair of his to reveal a sharp, rugged, yet with a delicate touch of an immature face, and jet black eyes—glancing past at Argus who is in his spirit form.
He could not help but breathe heavily at each lift he made as he performed several push-ups.
