My Soul: Story of Shinigami
Miracle
“This is called persecution. Yesterday ran 10 rounds, sit up 100 times, now lift the barbell anyway. No want.” Prilly refused.
“If you want to be a member of Jigoku must have a strong physical.” Alian said in a soft but firm voice. Again\again Prilly can not fight the eyes of Alian. Like two days ago when he couldn't resist the sit up command 100 times. Now he starts lifting the barbell that Alian filed from the school gym. The girl looked exhausted but she was still excited until the sweat dripped down her forehead. While Alian sat back and read a thick book like an English excyclopedia while occasionally glancing at Prilly.
“Awww!!” Prilly dropped the barbell and almost hit his leg if only he was not alert. Alian immediately approached Prilly who was sitting holding her shoulder.
“Why not be careful\-heart.” His omelette examined Prilly's shoulder by draping the girl's white uniform.
“Dia why?” asked Ryota who suddenly appeared uninvited and would leave without saying goodbye. He looks anxious to push Alian's body away from Prilly. Ryota massages Prilly's shoulder while the girl grimaces in pain.
“Solid vein.” Alian said casually, folding his hands in front of his chest.
“You're the one who didn't train him. I'm asking you to train him instead of hurting him.” Ryota was upset while massaging the girl's shoulder.
“When heating must be mess\-main.” Alian refused to be blamed.
“What? Hey what's wrong with admitting you're not watching him. You told her this and that without noticing if she did well.” Ryota rises up to challenge Alian.
“You asked me to train him. That's how I'm. If you want me to do it, I do it my way.” Both looked tense.
“Udah is okay\-what is Ryota, later in the same sequence incandescent subscription Mama also healed.”
“Ryota.” He felt uneasy as Ryota's hand continued to hold his hand.
“Why?”
“Do not fly again well, cringe.” Pinta Prilly's.
“Iya.” Ryota smiled sweetly ruffling Prilly's hair that was just a shoulder. At home, Prilly was scolded by her mother. Not because of his injured shoulder but his appearance is always shabby and dirty when coming home from school lately.
“What are you doing at school? Every time you go to school, your clothes are like that. Dirty full of sand, your hair awut\-embassy, where the smell is so cool again.” Mama is chatty watching Prilly's performance that resembles a ruffian in school uniform.
“Mah, Prilly this exercise. ouch.. anu mah, mmm exercisen.”.
“What exercise?”
“Pokonya exercise. Shower first yes.” Prilly immediately went to her bedroom.
“Mama!!! Later call a masseuse ya.” Pinta Prilly with her head stuck out before she finally shut up because Papa suddenly came from the office. He went back into the room and cleaned himself up.
Under a shower of refreshingly cold water, Prilly noticed a blushing blotch on her shoulder. He opened his palm trying to concentrate and when he opened his eyes, a green tinge again radiated out from his right hand. The shower water seemed to float above his hands like an invisible bowl holding water so that it was held above his hands. Prilly clucked in awe over himself, over the strange power emanating from him. Regardless of what had possessed her, Prilly pointed her right hand towards her injured left shoulder, miraculously the bluish bruise slowly faded and disappeared along with her sudden loss of pain.
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