Unsure

"I'm too tired. I can't take it anymore."

"Gray," Lion grips the back of my head and looks me in the eyes with so much frustration I feel it deep in my bones, "You can. I know you can. You wanted this, remember?"

"No one told me how hard it was," I whine, pushing Lion to let go and walking backwards to rest on the ropes, "I didn't get any sleep last night, I haven't eaten and I just ran to the north border and back, have mercy. My whole body is shaking."

"Fine," Lion agrees, giving up. Maybe because I've been here four goddamn hours doing everything he asked me to do and not once getting distracted, "One last fight and you can go to sleep. And to eat. But only what's on your diet."

I scrunch up my face but I accept. I know I have to make a better effort than I've been doing if I want to go pro and win at least this Saturday. So, I accept his stupid fight.

Lion starts off soft on me, letting me hit him with a couple of weak hooks and explaining a bit between punches, but af