9//Challenge

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"Your next round is to fight," I start choking on my ice cream at his words.

My eyes widened while he reaches for the ice cream. "I'm not doing that, I didn't even know."

I hear a voice behind me, "Well sweetheart, you do it or you and your brother will die."

Oh look who it is, the boss or whatever they want to call him. All because of him, I know he's doing this on purpose. I was taught martial arts when I was a kid, "Fine, I'll take on the challenge."

We both glared at each other until he finally walked away. I took my ice cream and the spoon from Mr. Grumpy. "Thank you, Mr. Grumpy."

"You're welco- wait what? Mr. Grumpy? I'm only strict during trainings cause I take them very seriously."

"Oh, what's your name?"

"You can call me Tank, it's what almost everyone calls me."

"Okay, Tank."

I was stuffing my mouth with a bunch of ice cream. He was right, I'm gonna need some energy for this. Ugh, why couldn't I just start with punching bags or something?

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