Jaxon woke up a little past one in the afternoon, having slept through the entire morning. His body still felt heavy, but the rest had done its job. Today, he planned to start close combat training. After a light breakfast, he headed straight to the training room.
The moment he arrived, heat and noise hit him.
Everyone was already there except Haris. Faces were flushed, shirts damp with sweat, and chests rose and fell as they struggled to keep up.
Elena's sharp voice filled the room, echoing off the walls.
"Move it, people, move it! Don't tell me those legs are just for show. Pick up the pace!"
The group pushed on.
Natasha was dominating the course, as expected. Even before all the chaos, she had always been in great shape. Her movements were clean and smooth, gliding past obstacles like it took no effort at all.
Cindy and Isabel followed behind her. Their legs shook with every step, but neither of them stopped. They pushed forward through sheer will, refusing to fall behind.
