Sweat dripped down Jidenna's face, his clothes soaked, sweat dripping to the floor, his breath ragged and raspy, chest heaving.
It was another grueling day.
"You're weak-minded," a voice growled out before him.
And he didn't just mean physically but also mentally.
It was unbelievable, but Jidenna didn't bat an eye even when he was harshly berated, all his movements nitpicked as if his self-confidence and efforts meant nothing.
He had to say, I'm getting used to this. He didn't know if he should smile that it no longer stung like it did or cry at his adaptability.
Previously, he had discussed with his instructor, reluctantly tabling the troubling matter he had, and all he had received was, "You're weak-minded." After which, his instructor had gone ahead to ensure he wasn't.
According to him, "It was a disgrace if his student ends up being…" His voice trailed off, but Jidenna swore he heard the word, dead.
But he shook his head. Now that couldn't be.
