by A.L. Bridges
Chapter 20: Happy Birthday, Jazz Style
[May 15th]
After wishing Cheza a happy birthday in the morning before she leaves for school, Tia and I spend the day training with her moving at god speeds, but with a considerable decrease in the amount of bullets from yesterday.
“We need to work on increasing your reflexes. I noticed you were kind of lagging yesterday and that is going to get you killed if you have to face a god. There are quite a few gods out there that are faster than I am so I’m not going to feel at all comfortable unless you can beat me consistently,” Tia says. I start to get used to her moving at her full speed so that I can at least follow her movements, but I can’t get close to matching them.
“Alright, we are done for today. I still need to wrap your presents and mine before Cheza gets home,” Tia says at 2pm.
“Why are you wrapping my presents too?” I ask.
“Because I don’t want them to look like shit,” she replies like it is already an established fact that if I wrap them, they will look like shit. Well, she is probably right.
I go upstairs to my room, lie down on my bed, and stare up at the ceiling. I’m not used to having this much free time since the past two weeks have been spent either training or in various states of unconsciousness. I decide to sleep for a bit so that I’m well rested for tonight.