When Kusaka had said that he’d be hard on them and that they wouldn’t be getting any special treatment because of their blood relation he wasn’t lying. Not in the slightest. What he’d said had been pretty spot on. Maybe some young and foolish part in Itazura’s mind doubted his words, but one thing was sure: he was absolutely and utterly wreaked in every manner possible. A week had passed and thus far it had been the most brutal week of Itazura’s entire life. There wasn’t a morning that went by that he wasn’t in utter agony and the longer his exercises lasted the more pain he felt. Even now his shoulders ached so much he could barely bring himself to lie on his back. Not that he could lie on his side or stomach either. They hurt too. Even his bruises had bruises! And his feet! They were kil