White's calm voice echoed in their heads, smooth yet sharp.
"Test him first… that's all I want. Good."
Tap… tap… Flux cracked his knuckles, a sly grin creeping onto his face. "So… first time I'm actually gonna get tired, huh? Heh… guess this might be interesting."
Clap! Hidori's hands came together like a starting pistol. "We've got two more days to train. You know what the Gods do on their first day?"
Mike leaned forward. "What? What do Gods do?"
"Simple," Hidori said with a grin that felt like a challenge. "They train until they collapse… or until they smash through their limits."
Mike blinked. "Wait, what do you mean—"
Flux cut in, his voice carrying that familiar bite. "So, Flicklacter, you're just gonna push us until we hit our limits. And if our limits are too low, you'll keep going until we drop, right?"
Hidori froze for a split second. Tch… can he read my mind? Or… does he see the future?
He smirked anyway. "You're right. But honestly… I'm expecting you to be on the ground before we even get there. Then I'll give you… about 11% of my acceptable death."
Flux rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh. "Blah, blah… just try your best with that minus one hundred million IQ of yours, Flicklacter."
Clack! Hidori stomped his foot once. "Alright, smart mouth—let's start. Now."
Flux tilted his head. "So, what are we doing first?"
"Push-ups," Hidori shot back instantly. "I know you're human, but… 250 should be fine, right… rat?"
Flux's eyes narrowed, a faint tsk escaping him. "Just wait… this 'rat' will crush you someday. And you know it."
He knows? Hidori's thoughts buzzed for a moment. Is he talking about Lord White? …No…
"Alright, enough talking," Hidori snapped, clapping again. "We've already wasted almost an hour."
Mike hopped in place, shuffling his feet like an excited kid. "Let's gooo!"
Flux rolled his shoulders, crack-crack, then smirked. "Yeah, yeah… let's start."