Tsukishima called time at 9:42, her voice cutting through the clash of practice weapons and the electronic beeping of training dummies. I was in the middle of my sixteenth spear thrust when she announced that weapons training was over and we should rack our equipment before heading to Building A for next period.
My arms felt like wet noodles. The spear had seemed manageable for the first ten minutes, then progressively heavier until it became a metal rod I happened to be holding instead of an actual weapon I could control.
"Good form on those last few," Tsukishima said as she passed me on her way to the equipment racks. "You're thinking too much though. Your body knows what to do. Let it."
Easy for the S-rank mass manipulation goddess to say. Her body probably did whatever she wanted without consulting her brain first.
