"When faced with the harsh words of nature, we must use all of our senses to befriend it, to use it. Dont restrict your potential to a weakness." The yellow Ninja states.
It's mile three of a morning running and I hope the finish line is my grave, at least then I will be able to sleep.
Standing before us is a yellow ninja, instructor, Something. He looks like mustard, so I'll just call him that.
Each step feels as though I have a cinderblock to my foot.
"C'mon Graves, you're such a slowpoke, its ninja training time!"
With eye bags that sag down to the ground, I gasp for every breath in my bright pink ninja outfit. "I- it's not my faul- fault I'm so tired." With tired eyes I look accusingly at Dissiri who blushes when she notices.
Noctiva gave up after the second mile, after which she had Dissiri carry her. "Stop being a wimpy wimp. You know, I heard they only give Power Morphers to the top of the class." She says from the safety of Dissiri's arms.
