Hunter groaned as he rolled out of bed keeping his eyes closed tightly. The sunlight continued to filter through his eyelids regardless as he struggled to stay asleep. His mother called his name from downstairs and he loudly grunted a response. He had every intention to get up and go to school, just not at this particular moment. He wanted to continue the dream he was having.He could almost actually taste the delicious strawberry waffles and he had a strong desire to eat them even if they weren't real. He had been just about to drift off to sleep when from the corner of his room he heard the one voice he was not looking forward to.
"Your mom has a beautiful pair of C-cups Hunter. I'm very jealous."
It was at that moment that his eyes snapped open. That stupid sword hilt was talking to him about boobs again. What he wouldn't give to just throw the thing out the window. But there was the small problem where he had made a pact with the thing. He got up out of bed, picked up the sword hilt roughly (to which it responded with: "you have to be gentle with a woman's boobs you know".) and he shoved it into his bag for school. He began to get dressed, refused to comb his hair, and trotted down stairs. A muffled voice could be heard from inside his bag, but he couldn't make out the words (thankfully). He approached his mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek grabbed some toast and said "I love you. I'll see you tonight" before waling out the door.
When he finally arrived at school he headed straight for the gym. He laid his bag down and began his morning training. 20 push-ups, 30 sit-ups, 40 jumping jacks, 10 mins. jumping rope, and finally 15 mins. shadow boxing. He knew no one ever used the gym in the morning as this was where he came every day. He was never disturbed and thus never lost his focus. Besides, most people in school were too afraid of him to approach him anyway.