kid exhaled sharply through his nose as he stepped back from the punching bag slightly, his arms still raised in a fighting position. his white tank top hung loosely off his frame as the hot sun beamed down onto him, making his breathing a little heavier.

he adjusted his stance slightly and shifted forward, landing a few more quick, high powered punches at the heavy boxing bag that was suspended in the air.

his focus was on his training and his training only - his brain blocking out any other stimuli. which is probably the reason why he didn’t hear the set of footsteps approaching him.

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