Chapter 3 – Page 11
In the Broken World, there is a legend of a 26.2 mile, foot race between Mara and Thon. The winner would get to marry the local heart throb. Thon almost wins the race by cheating, but is eaten by a lion just before she reached the finish line. Since then, long races have been known as ‘mara-thons’.
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Kashikoi: Wow, you look as tired as Mara after her run.
Hayai: As it turns out the Knights training is more physically demanding than ours.
Hayai: Almost no Magic. Although Ace says I’ll be shown a more specific technique tomorrow.
Hayai: But what about you? How’s your thing with ‘Maxy‘ going?
Kashikoi: Commander Maximus. And it is not a thing. It is a battle of wits. One where, baring any unexpected moves on the Commander’s part, I should come out on top. But that is not until tomorrow. “And Tomorrow will not come if we spend all night talking”.
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