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Door#94.1 "Paintball Game"

The bright morning sunshine greeted my exhausted face. When the dew dropped from a leaf, so did my sweat from my chin. I hardly had any sleep and my body felt so heavy. However, I couldn't use more excuse to postpone my training.

Last week, I miraculously shot and dug a knife into the wood target. Therefore, the next days, which includes today, brother Wonwoo always force me to get up early in the morning to continue our practice. We started with stretching and then a little run around the mansion. If it is the old me, I'll probably rain him with complaints; saying that I couldn't take a single step anymore. However, my stamina seems getting stronger as the days go by.

"2 out of 50? That's awful," said by my stern teacher. He's laughing at the side while watching me catch my breath. I am aware that I did throw a lot but I am too tired to even bother counting, not knowing that Wonwoo is meticulously doing the job for me.

'So I only got 2 out of 50 throws?'

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