CHAPTER SIX
Over the rest of the week, I got beaten time and again in the Arena. Nightbolt allowed me to use my eye beams on the second day, but even with my lasers, I couldn’t land even one hit on him. I did, however, almost fry Spike once, who kept his distance from me for the rest of the day until I fed him a bit of steak during dinner, at which point he became my best friend in the world. I don’t think Nightbolt was particularly happy about me feeding his dog table scraps, though.
I quickly fell into a basic routine. From the crack of dawn in the morning to the setting of the sun at night, I trained in the Arena with Nightbolt. We’d take breaks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sometimes, Nightbolt would drive into town to do some grocery shopping, but we otherwise didn’t go anywhere
