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Futaba writhed in pain in her bed.
Tossing and turning in the fourth hour of the night, she couldn't find a position where her neck wouldn't experience that sharp, piercing pain that went right to the core. With or without a pillow, with her head turned to either side, even with a rolled-up piece of cloth under her neck, she couldn't lie in one position for more than half a minute.
The cause was two consecutive physical training sessions – in one, her small body was introduced to the flesh-constricting armor, and in the second, she was drilled relentlessly in a stance from which she was supposed to hold and strike with a katana.
"The katana is a weapon for well-rounded individuals, so you need to become one with it," was the central thesis of their weapons master, as he relentlessly drilled Futaba on how to properly hold the blade. At the time, she regretted choosing this specialization, as the blisters on her palms were extremely painful. By the time she tried to fall asleep that night, she regretted being born, although it wasn't the first time in her life. In those rare moments when she managed to forget, even for a short time, losing the feeling of all-consuming pain, she dreamed of the traditional nightmare about her suffocating father, which instantly woke her up with a terrible cough, sending waves of pain throughout her body.
If anyone had been staying with her at that moment, they wouldn't have been able to get any sleep either, disturbed by her constant tossing and turning and the hissing through her teeth coming from the other side of the room.
A couple of times during that sleepless night, Futaba thought about using her dagger as a guaranteed painkiller, but being in such a situation, she didn't want to give in to the circumstances until the very end.
Having endured until morning with tremendous effort, gritting her teeth, she went to her lessons, and during them, she made such a face that no one who met her in the hallway or classroom even thought about trying to bother her.
After being absent until the end of the week, she retreated to her room, filling it with pain for the entire upcoming weekend, with the faint hope of eventually returning to her normal state.