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"...Can you ever be good at it?" Karin commented, her expression looks very skeptical. "Oh, eyes to the--" too bad, too late. Karin also tried to hold her laughter. Did he seriously think that he won't get hit when he decided to talk with her? Oh well, on the brighter side, there's no other people laughing at him, just her and the cat! Jeanne just kept smiling, without any indication of either amusement or nasty plan.
...But the moment that Asher's strained voice came, Jeanne finally spoke out loud.
"...How about to motivate you further, we can bring any bets to the table? Let's see... if you hit it less than thirty for five minutes, I'll bring... something on line of... a collar? If you do good, I'll give you a better pillow for your napping purpose. Let's see... 100 strikes for aromatic pillows of your choice."
The Meicoomon's question is interesting indeed! But unfortunately, Karin shook her head. "At least it's something from the past. She reseted, so..."
It took a couple of minutes to regain the courage to hit the items, after having been hit back once already. Asher didn't want to repeat that! Not now, or ever! Why was this Spirit Training thing so difficult? It wasn't like he had asked for any of this, anyway.
"In five minutes? One hundred?" Oh, that sounded absolutely impossible! "I don't like that bet," he added, rather quickly, while his mind returned to the collar. Resisting a cringe, there was a quick shake of his head. "Can I refuse the collar?" Asher had a strong feeling that the answer was no, and this 'bet' wasn't really a 'bet' at all! How did he get dragged into things like this?
Either way, the teen began swinging his bat again, trying not to take on too many challenges at a time.
Green, wide eyes blinked innocently, while Fluffykins mulled over the thought of being reset. "I don't rawrmember resetting, evfur." But, of course it had happened, right? Was it even possible to be a 'new' Digimon? Not that any of this really mattered to the feline. She was here now, and that was the important detail! "Does it hurt?"
"Like I said, if you can hit thirty or more in five minutes, then you don't need the collar, but if you do greater than that, it's good. If you do a hundred, I'll give you herb scented pillow, easy as that,. So no, you don't need to hit it 100 times, you know?" Jeanne answered, smirking. "Oh, you have a choice to refuse the bet itself of course. Don't worry, but that won't improve you the slightest, hmmm...? How about... after this you spar again with us if you do worse than 30 strikes in five minutes?"
Hurt, that word came to Jeanne like some curious thing. "...Hurt? Let's see... I have no idea whether it hurts or not, I mean, it's something like your entire body disintegrating. You become weaker and weaker, your consciousness floats. It's a sensation like your data failed you and then it compressed to form Digitama again... and then you're reborn. Does that makes sense?"