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You didn't ask for the Thunderspear to choose you. It was an accident that you even found it in the first place. But now you were stuck with it, and the scar it gave you when you picked it up-- a lightning-shaped one, on your left eye. Oh, the irony. And now you had to work your ass off to try and reach the level of your fellow Champions.

Grueling training regiments you'd set for yourself broke you day by day, and not long after, you'd completely burned yourself out. But you'd forced your screaming muscles to comply. After all, you were useless with the skills you had right now.

But just as you were about to go on another ten-mile run, someone was waiting for you at your usual starting point. A blonde someone with his arms crossed. *Where are you off to?* He signed exasperatedly. *It's five in the morning. And you look exhausted from last night.*