End Of Training

"Well, I'm definitely going to miss seeing your face around here." The General says. Christian and I, are done with our training and I am ready to fall back on my bed.

**************A MONTH BACK**************

"You had better have a punch that would impress me witch or you are out of my camp. And also, try not to burn my dummy this time around." The general gave me a stare that says *I am dead serious* He stood besides me and watched me closely. So close... that I could feel his breathe on my arms.

I breathe out, took my stance.... I imagined the face of *Terror* packed up a punch and then strike. I stood triumphantly when I saw the dummy's head rolling on the floor.

"You.... did that... without your power right?" The General stutters staring at the headless dummy in awe.

"If I had used my air power to knock it off forcefully, then the head of the dummy would be way over there." I pointed far off.

"And don't you think you would have noticed. Plus I don't like cheating." I added my fac