you get strong.

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[he's not too thrilled, but he's in the gym-like room, shooting at targets with a bow and arrow. he stops every now and then to rest his sore wrists, although masks it with eating food. can't have a certain Axel or Roxas finding him. he goes back to practicing, whispering a song under his breath like a mantra.]

[... that is, until, one of his arrows hit dead center, and he's staring at what he just did, motionless as a statue for a few seconds, then--]

Holy shit, that was cool.