Sanchez felt as though he were in a dream. If it hadn't been for the daily training that left him sore all over, he might have just believed it was all a mere sweet dream. However, the feeling from his whole body that his bones were about to fall apart made him clearly aware that he wasn't dreaming.
He had been the oldest among all the card artisans recruited. Every day, he could sense the odd glances cast from those around him.
Nevertheless, he didn't care about it. He had already been used to such looks. He simply trained earnestly every day, knowing that regardless of why they had recruited him, he had to do his best. He had no lofty goals, nor did he want to prove himself. To be honest, sometimes not even he could figure out what he was being so hardworking for. Perhaps it had just become a habit of his.
