With all this training going on, I barely had any time to have for myself. When I got back to my room, every night I just wanted to go to sleep, that's just how tired I was. In the mornings I had to rush to eat before heading off, and the most time I'd have, were the short breaks between spars. It was all just a bit too much for my mental health. I didn't mind it all that much, I finally could feel entirely motivated, and tunnel-visioned towards a better future.
I can't deny the fact that I really wanted a day off, but it really wasn't time for that yet. I still had way too much to learn, and for that I was willing to give up some of my sanity. I was supposed to be evil after all, wasn't I? But with that stupid joke aside, I knew that this was for the better, and I would do it again, if I needed to.
