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𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, sweat drops off your forehead to chin and your eyes laid half open in exhaustion.
You've been training for like about 3 hours hardcore because of your dad. He wouldn't let get you break because your a 'supposed to be warrior' for your honor of your family... Honestly it's tiring.
Ever since you turned 10 years old he's been on your back to keep training you, a single hit makes you wince in pain, a single kick makes you want to curl up in a ball in pain. What hurts you too was his stare in disappointment...
You heard small foot steps, you look to the side to see another mobian squirrel— she has carmel like fur and wearing a small bandana with flower patterns around her head, her blue eyes looks down at you in worry and she holds two fruits that are peaches.
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"Y/n?"
"Yes Cinnamon?"
Your sudden mood change, sitting up to look at your younger sister with a small smile. She looks down with concern and worried.
