Today, I completed the entire school day in heavy clothes. I only found relief during the simulation class, but my body is still extremely fatigued.
When I arrived at the training hall where Bruce was waiting for me, I saw the complex expressions on his face.
I sometimes forget that he is an old man nearly a century old. His warm and sarcastic personality is not all there is to him.
As I approached him, he opened his closed eyes and stood up to face me directly.
"I heard about what you did today in the simulation class," he said in a calm voice.
When I heard what he said, I wanted to slap my forehead. Why is everyone concerned about what happened in the simulation class? It's not even real.
I still have my feet here, I'm sure of it.
"Yes, what do you mean?" I asked, hoping he meant something other than that part.
But I was wrong; he meant exactly that part.
