As the morning sun creepes in from the skylight and the city outside stirs to life, you slowly wake up. But reality catches up quickly. The memories of your actions come crashing down and the regret returns. Elem and Miracle notice you’re up and dash over to you. It has been four days since you spent any time with them. You flinch slightly as Elem charges at you, head-butting your right front paw playfully, not out of pain, but because of conflicting emotions within you. Still, you lower your head and nuzzle your son, knowing he only wants your attention. Miracle is already perched on your back, climbing her way up until she settles atop your head, bringing a faint smile to your face. Even with all the conflict swirling inside you, the simple truth that your family refuses to abandon you because of your actions sparks a fragile hope for the future. And as if summoned by that thought, Hope pounces from a tabletop and latches onto your ear, swinging back and forth. You savor the moment of being your kits jungle jim for a little while, before heading over to Layla, Pawsy, Cation and Anion who’re fixated to a screen. “What are you guys looking at so intensely?" you ask with curiosity. “We are looking at you and your media presence, Glowboy.” Pawsy responds with a hint of amusement in his voice. “You became somewhat of a legend overnight. Some call you a monster…” as soon as he says monster you flinch and tremble visibly, ”...some call you a hero. Team Rocket doesn’t know what to call you. They are completely dumbfounded by your sudden aggression. There have been few resignations too from the organization, as some are afraid to become a target after your declaration of war on them.” Pawsy summarizes the news covering your strikes, his tone caught somewhere between awe and disbelief. Layla doesn’t speak at first but then whacks her ear at your nose really hard, followed by a frustrated growl. “Well, I guess I’ll have to teach you how to fight.” She pounces on you, pinning you down and placing her jaws around your neck, not in intimidation but to prove you a point. “Until I say so, you will not leave this building. Understood?” She presses her canines against your throat just shy of breaking the skin. “I don’t need to fig–” “This is non-negotiable!“ Layla cuts you off before you even have a chance to explain. ”I will shackle you into one of the support beams if I have to. You should have thought of this before declaring a war on one of the worst crime syndicates out there. If you thought you would fight all the battles from the safety of the computer, I can tell you, it won't be happening. We start the training after breakfast, and before I sign you off, you will not be sticking that glowing body of yours outdoors. Are we clear?!” she snarls loudly, her claws pressing against you hard enough to draw a bit of blood. You know you have no option but to accept. “Understood…” you manage a gurgle as her grip around your throat makes it nearly impossible to say anything. She immediately releases her grip. “You better not forget it. If you do, I will carve the reminder right into your forehead,” she grunts. You sigh deeply. You’ve never fought in your life. You always ran away from altercations. However, you know you can’t run from this. As much as you hate to admit it, Layla’s right. You have to learn to fight if it comes down to it. Layla notices this is a lot for you to handle. She swipes at your nose with her paw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to snap you out of your thoughts. “I will go easy on you at first. I’ll show you the basics and then see what we’re working with. I’m doing this because I care about you, not to punish you, okay?” She then nudges the side of your face gently. “I know, but I never fought before, I don’t even know how.” You look down in shame. “Well then, we’ve plenty to work with. I’ll make sure you are ready, and as I said, this isn’t a punishment, it’s love. If it were Pawsy, though, I’d just kick him out and lock the door.” She glares at Pawsy with a smirk. “Pff… you would too, wouldn’t you?” Pawsy shrugs off Layla’s analogy. “Without hesitation,” Layla replies before focusing back on you. “But as for you, Glowbutt, until I can ensure you can at least survive out there, we will train every day. Luckily for you, TWR usually has a pretty decent training facility.” She looks at Pawsy. “Do you have one here?” “Decent one? No, only a state of the art one,” Pawsy grunts at the accusation. “Gart and Gadget have designed the whole thing themselves and everything is programmed by Cation and Anion. It has a completely functional arena for every terrain you can imagine and the dummies can be set from doing nothing to shoot to injure.” Pawsy then proceeds towards the back of the hideout with you and Layla following closely behind him. “What about breakfast?” You ask as you haven't been eating well in days. “I know I said after breakfast, but maybe I set you up with some basics first and then get you something while you workout,” Layla says as the training facility opens up before you. Pawsy wasn't kidding, the place is immense. Rows of dummies, ready for sparring, and hovering drones line the walls, and a full on agility training course heavily modified from normal one for canines into something far more intense: barbwire crawls, wall climbs, and deep water obstacles. In the main arena, a Lucario and Machoke spar with precision you’ve never seen before, while a Greninja scales a climbing wall without a harness. Nearby, a Zoroark dashes between four dummies, slashing them and dodging every counterstrike. Layla watches in quiet awe of the training facility, already knowing exactly where she’ll have you begin. You, on the other hand, watch in near panic at the pendulum-like spiked obstacles swing across the room, rings of fire blaze and spiked walls and other deadly looking training equipment. Layla takes notice of your shocked face, she taps your snout ever so gently and points her tail at a single clown shaped dummy in a padded ring. “Yeah, I think we start with that. If you were born as Eevee I would throw you straight to the blades, but I don't have any trust in your abilities. So we start where the kits would start. Heck, maybe we have the kits to join you when you start for real.” Layla teases you as she pushes you to the sparring area. You look a bit dumbfounded as you stare at the inflated clown, you give it a hard swipe with your paw to show that you do not approve of being thought so lowly. It spins, measuring your slap, then one of its arms, stuffed with sawdust, matches your slap strength exactly and whacks you in the jawline, knocking you against the padded wall. “Did I tell you to start being an idiot!?” Layla, growls at you, even though you can tell she is also amused by getting knocked down by the most basic of the dummies. “I wasn't expec…–” “Lesson one, expect the unexpected!” Layla cuts you short, snapping her teeth at you with a frustrated snarl. “In real battle that could mean death, but the good news is that it looks like your Umbreon defenses are at least getting better as you didn't get knocked unconscious. Now let me get you some breakfast as you warm up. If I find you knocked out, well, let's just say you will regret the day you became Umbreon. Now, start by pushing that boulder over there to the other side of the arena and once done, push it back. If you finish that, then you can start by lightly swiping at the dummy again, did you get that?” She glares at you with squinted eyes. “Umm… that boulder is huge, it must weigh twice as much as me.” You protest. “It should weigh three times more, but I’m going easy on you. If you’re not done pushing it by the time I get back, that’s all you’ll be doing for the rest of the day.” With that, Layla turns and heads out to fetch something for you to eat. You don’t hesitate. You sprint toward the boulder and press your head against it, pushing with all your strength. At first, it doesn’t budge — not even an inch. But after digging your claws into the ground, you finally gain traction, forcing it to move forward. The distance to the other side is long, at least a hundred meters, and you have no idea how long Layla will be gone. Eight grueling minutes later, you reach the far end, completely spent. Still, you turn around and start pushing the boulder back. About a third of the way, you spot Layla returning. Panic surges through you, and you push harder, muscles burning. It takes four more minutes after she arrives to get the boulder all the way back before you collapse onto the floor, panting and trembling from exhaustion. “Wow, you did get it here. Not in time, but the important thing is you did it.” Layla compliments your achievement. “So eat and start pushing it… back again” You say as you try to catch your breath. “No, eat and then we start practising the basic attacks. I only said the pushing back and forth all day to make sure you’re not slacking. Now eat your meat and no more cooking it either. You eat it as is!” She growls tossing you a piece of meat and some fruit. You start eating, you have eaten raw meat a few times after your transformation, but mostly you still prefer cooking for flavour, you won't try to push your luck now though. You quickly eat all she gave you, still hungry after, but don’t dare to ask more. After the meal, you and Layla get back in the ring with the clown dummy, she brought the kits too as she said she would. “Okay, let's try this again. This dummy measures your attacks and counterattacks with the same strength allowing you to be in control of how hard it fights back. I asked Pawsy if they have a few and they have about a dozen so let me demonstrate.” Layla takes a few steps back, extends her claws to get better grip before tackling at the clown plush, as it spins to match the strengths and tries to deliver the same strength blow back at Layla, she grabs the incoming strike with her paws and transfers the power of it into momentum tossing the dummy across the room into the wall and wrecking it into pieces. The Zoroark practicing with the dummies nearby takes notice and with a few quick leaps, he jumps over to you. “Layla? I knew it was you the moment I saw an Eevee tossing a dummy across the room. It’s good to see you, but I thought you were through with Pawsy.” The Zoroark gnarls in surprise. “Had no choice, Ghost. We needed a place to lay low, and this was the only place I knew would cut it. And my…“ Layla rolls her eyes at you. “... mate here decided to declare war on Team Rocket with less combat experience than our kits here, so I guess we’re staying for awhile. Anyways, good to see you and the gang still alive and well.” Layla appears somewhat frustrated as she explains the situation. “Kits? Mate? What the hell… What happened to the Layla we knew. She would have never–" "A lot has happened alright!” Layla cuts off Ghost’s analysis “Kuro here was actually a human–” “A human turned Umbreon, what on earth is going on Layla!” Ghost interrupts Layla. “Stop interrupting while I’m interrupting you, Ghost, or I will send you flying across the room just like that dummy!” Layla Growls, digging her claws into the ground. “Anyway, Kuro has done more for me in eight months than anyone else has in nine years! I know he is an idiot who does stupid things for love and he’s softer than a Wigglytuff. But he is my idiot and the stupid things he does are always for good reason and his softness hasn’t gotten anyone killed, at least not yet.” Layla rambles on while you try to make yourself look as small as possible to disappear in shame. “And only I get to call him those things. Someone else does and we have a problem.” She finishes her threat with a loud huff through her nose. “I wouldn’t dream of upsetting you, Layla. I know what you’re capable of,” Ghost tries to defuse the situation. And then turning to you. “Kuro, huh? I heard what you did yesterday. That took some guts, but I also saw take a hit from that clown dummy earlier, which tells me you don’t know much about fighting, do you? Good thing you’ve got a solid teacher.” He pauses for a moment. ”Though she’s not the most patient type, the fact that she’s even willing to train you says a lot about how she feels about you.” After Ghost finishes summarizing what he knows about you, he crouches down beside the kits. “And who are these bundles of…” He pauses, his gaze setting on Lumi, concerned flickering across his face. ”Oh… a female shiny Eevee. Yeah, you’d better be armed tooth and nail. We all know if Team Rocket finds out, they’ll stop at nothing.” He turns to Layla. “Layla, do you want help from us with training?” “Thanks for the offer, but I think he needs to start with the basics. And I should get him started.” Layla smiles faintly. “It was good seeing you, Ghost. I always enjoy our talks.” Then, she leaps to you, grabs you from the scruff and drags you to the new clown dummy. “Now, concentrate. Start with slow, weak hits and try dodging the counterattack. Each time you get hit, you push that boulder back and forth once and then continue. We will take a break in three hours.” You start swiping at the dummy very gently, then dodge the counterattack. After a few swipes, you get a bit of confidence and go a bit harder, which instantly backfires and the counterpunch hits your side. It doesn’t hit hard, but the rules are simple. Reluctantly, you walk over to the boulder. It feels harsh, but you understand the lesson. In the real world, mistakes like that could mean death, so you accept it. You finish pushing the boulder and return to the dummy. Your legs ache from pushing the boulder, making dodging a lot harder. After only a second swipe, you get hit again. It only touches your ears a little. You glance at Layla, hoping she didn’t notice, but she only rolls her eyes and points at the boulder with her tail. In three hours, you manage to push the boulder six times to each end, which means you’ve spent less than an hour actually fighting the dummy. When you finally collapse after the last push, you’re panting hard, every muscle screaming in protest. You feel like you couldn’t take another step if your life depended on it. Layla splashes water on your face. “Ten minutes, then we continue.” She growls with the sound of disappointment in her voice. “Ten minutes?” You exhale loudly as you say it. “I think I need more” “You’re lucky I’m giving you a break at all after that performance,” she snarls between her teeth. As you lie there panting heavily, Elem charges at the clown dummy head-butting it. The dummy flails back and then forward and tries to swipe at Elem who just rolls away with ease, jumping on the passing arm and burrows his teeth onto it. Hope charges and bites down on to your ear, flinging herself at the dummy with claws extended, swiping its side, causing a little tear. As soon as Hope passes the clown dummy, Miracle appears behind the top of the dummy as she just manages to climb on top of it, biting down on the eyebrow of the dummy, ripping it off cleanly. Lumi drags a soaked sponge to you and soaks her soft paws on it, and then tends to some of the minor scratches you got on your three hours of training. “Wow, even the kits are doing better than you!” Layla burst into laughter. She walks to Lumi and grabs her from the scruff away from you. “You have your dad’s heart Lumi, but you have to let him do it on his own. No help, alright?” She says, not too gentle yet still with a caring voice. Lumi just tilts her head as she so often does, giving you a warm fuzzy feeling inside. “Alright, break time’s over. Next one’s in two hours. And remember that each hit will postpone the break by the duration of the boulder push. So tread carefully,” she says as she fetches the terrorizing kits away from the dummy. You keep at it for the rest of the day. There’s progress. Slow, but real. By now, you’ve pushed the boulder about twenty times back and forth. During the final training session, you manage to dodge every hit. It’s a small triumph, though probably helped by the fact that your own swings barely land; the counterattacks – if they can even be called that – are weak enough that almost anyone could dodge them. You’re spent. Every ounce of energy has drained from your body. When you take the final swipe, it doesn’t even reach the target, you just collapse face-first onto the ground. Layla walks over and settles down beside you, leaning gently against your side. “I’d be lying if I said you did well. But you made it through your first day of training, and you didn’t whine about it. It takes both mental and physical strength to push that boulder as many times as you did today. Now think about this: each time you pushed that boulder, it’s a time I would have had to bury you if it was a real battle. Let that sink in.” As she speaks, she leans closer. You can feel the dampness through your fur as her tears are rolling down and on to you. It makes you realize, each time you fail, it is a reminder for Layla, if she cannot train you, it’s not if you perish, but when and she will never accept those odds. You know your first day was pathetic, but it doesn’t mean she’ll give up on you. She’ill mold you into something even war itself cannot take from her. As you’re laying together you quickly drift into sleep after an exhausting day. You wake up as Layla starts to drag you towards the modified agility course, she drops you on the start line. “Good morning, ready for another day?” Layla smirks as she sees you open up your eyes. “Until you complete the stage, you shall not leave the area, no breakfast, no breaks and no slacking. Time is not important, just finish once without falling, tripping or getting stuck,” She snarls as she walks off to the side lines. You study the obstacles: a zigzagging beam three meters high, a series of uneven crossbeams that demand constant hopping, a short water moat, a muddy crawl under barbed wire, and finally a straight beam guarded by swinging padded pendulums. Your stomach growls, but there’s no choice — you must do this. You swallow hard as you step nervously on the edge of the first obstacle. The first beam tests your balance; you fall a few times before realizing you must learn to control your tail to maintain your balance. On the next try, claws out gripping on the wood, you shift your tail side to side as a counter balance – you make it two-thirds across, recover from a wobble, and finish cleanly. With a sigh of relief you climb down from the first obstacle. Exhausted already, you head to the next challenge. The crossbeams are much more intimidating. Before you even start it’s clear; there’s no time to rest, once you start you must maintain your balance and momentum. “If I fall, do I start over?” you call out. Layla’s glare could cut steel. “What do you think, stupid? It’s an obstacle course, not a playground! But you can practice each part – just no slacking until you clear all five in one go. And if you’re not done by noon, the kits will show you how it’s done!” As soon as she says it, Hope charges towards the obstacle course, causing her to jump after and grab the little daredevil. “Seriously Hope, you really think I will let you dangle three meters above ground? Now let your Glowbutt dad concentrate!” She growls what sounds like anger, but mixed in with a hint of pride. You take a deep breath and exhale before you begin. You practice the jumps until you find your rhythm. Initially you try to go too fast, then too slow, but after several attempts you find the right phase. The seventh attempt lands clean; the eighth sends you face-first into a beam. Winded, you crawl back, claws out this time. Grip improves, balance steadies – you clear the second obstacle. Even with a few bumps and bruises, you feel accomplished. When you land, you glance at Layla with a smug grin. She only rolls her eyes at you and shakes her head. “Don’t get cocky, you’re not even half way done!” she shouts in frustration. By the third obstacle, confidence starts creeping in. The water moat looks easy enough, so you sprint forward, claws out – only to catch them on the edge and tumble in with a splash. “What did I say about getting cocky, you damn Glowbutt?” Layla snarls as you drag yourself out, dripping and defeated. You try again, this time the weight of water throws your balance off causing a misstep, you slam into the far wall, and slide back into the water. Four more miserable attempts later, you finally learn to control your wet body and clear it. Just to be sure, you run it a few more times. No way you’re failing this one again. You’re drenched and cold after the last obstacle, with a shivering body you approach the next obstacle. You don’t even dare to look at Layla as you must appear pathetic right now. The fourth obstacle is a muddy crawl under barbed wire. You clench your teeth, finding what you’re about to do absolutely repulsive, but you know there is no other way. You flatten your ears and push forward, the stench thick and suffocating. Fifteen grueling minutes later, you emerge caked in mud but untangled. You spit a bit of mud out of your mouth that forced its way in mid-crawl and give an angry glance at Layla, who is clearly enjoying the situation a bit too much, trying to cover her smile as Hope is rolling in laughter next to her. You shake off the mud before heading to the fifth and final obstacle – the pendulums. They’re massive, swinging with enough force to knock your teeth out. You study their rhythm, claws ready. The first dash goes well; the second ends with a padded pendulum smacking you square in the head, sending you flying. Nose bleeding, you climb back up. The next run earns you a hit to the rear. It takes a dozen tries, bruises, and sheer stubbornness before you finally make it across. You’re battered, aching, barely standing – but you know what comes next. The full run. You start your full attempt with confidence. The first two obstacles are easy, but your first jump falls short. Close, yet not clean enough for Layla’s standards. Back to the start. The next run clears the jump, but halfway through the barbed wire crawl, a sneeze sends your ears up into the spikes. You grit your teeth as you have to finish anyway, earning another restart. After washing off the mud at the moat, Layla shouts that it’s a one-time mercy, but if she sees you bathing again, she will drag you through the barbed wires as she angrily puffs through her nose. You push on, only to have your tail snag on the next crawl. The mud makes everything worse – you slip off beams, slam into posts, and by the time you reach the final obstacle, you’re trembling from exhaustion. You steady yourself on the beam, heart pounding. The first pendulum swings past, then the second. The third nearly hits you – missing by mere centimeters. You leap through, tail grazed but intact. “Should have you start over, but I allow it. If that was spiked it wouldn’t have made a difference, if it was fire, well you would have some less fur in your tail but would live.” Layla exclaims as she comes to you. “And the main reason I am merciful is that you didn’t complain. You tried over and over and saw it through. And I can tell you finally have a thicker hide. Now go eat some meat I left you, get hydrated and come back. We’re not done, not by a longshot” Layla says as she runs after Hope who is already climbing on the first obstacle ready to cross it. “And take this little daredevil with you!” She snarls as Hope latches on to your ear eagerly. You just fling her on your back gracefully as you limp towards the back of the training area where your breakfast is waiting. When you return after twenty minutes, Layla is already waiting for you. “Where is Hope?” she immediately asks as you return without her. “I dropped her off at Pearl, I thought maybe you can focus on training more without her distracting you.” You explain. “Wow, you actually did something smart for once, I didn’t even think of that. Anyways, now you have done the course. How long do you think it will take you to clear it?” She asks with curiosity. “Umm… maybe seventeen minutes, I might be able to do it in fifteen if I get faster at crawling.” You answer with some doubt in your voice. “Fifteen minutes? Yeah, I feel generous today and give you five minutes and no sleep until you clear that.” She growls almost angry at your ridiculous time. “That is impossi–” “Watch and learn!” Layla cuts your protests short as she takes on running on the course. She clears the first two obstacles in under fifteen seconds each, dashes through the third without breaking stride, then dives into the mud, sliding halfway before crawling the rest in barely a minute. At the pendulums, she launches herself forward, landing dead center on the beam and breezing through without a single hit. Dripping with mud, she flicks her ears, splattering you in the face. “Now get to it before I ask you to beat my under-two-minute record!” she snarls, then leaps into the moat to wash off. You stand frozen, stunned by her speed. The barbed wire crawl is your biggest time sink, five minutes at best, so you start there. You try her sliding technique, fail miserably, and end up tangled by your ears and tail more times than you can count. Scratched and bleeding, you finally learn to tuck them properly. An hour later, you manage a sub–five-minute run. Two hours in, you cut the crawl to three minutes and move on to the first three obstacles. Mistakes pile up: painful falls, missed jumps, but each one teaches you something. You learn to trust your instincts, use your tail for balance, and your claws for grip. Layla watches from the sidelines, her expression almost approving. “Finally starting to trust your instincts, Kuro! About bloody time!” she calls out, her voice carrying a hint of pride. You, on the other hand, are too focused to respond – eyes locked on the obstacles, muscles burning, every movement driven by sheer determination. You’re dead set on clearing the first two stages in under a minute, chasing the hope of a sub–five-minute run. Four hours later, you’re covered in mud, scratched from barbed wire, and utterly spent. You drag yourself to the side, gasping for air, the world spinning slightly as exhaustion settles deep into your bones. “You’re almost there Kuro, I believe you can do it,” Layla says as she nudges you gently, but pulls away as you just grunt in exhaustion. “Oh, come on, Kuro, you think this is a punishment? You think I like watching you getting hurt? Feeling exhausted?” She then bites your ear hard enough to draw a few drops of blood. “You’re such a thick headed Umbreon, Kuro. I do this because…” She doesn’t finish the sentence, just looks away, almost frustrated. “Because of what, Layla?” you murmur at her between your still rapid but slowly calming breaths. “Because I care about you, stupid! Because I don’t want to see you die the moment you step out there! Because I am not about to repeat the mistakes from the damned winter that cost me so dearly! So your Glowbutt better get out there and finish the training, because you’re doing this just as much for me as you are for yourself, if not more! And don't you ever think I want you to suffer! I feel every scratch, every fall and every mistake you make, because each one reminds me that out there, it could cost you dearly… cost us dearly…“ As she finishes bleeding her heart out with tear filled eyes, you feel a sting in your heart. You rise and press your head against hers, while wrapping your muddy tail around her. “I know Layla, and I’m sorry, it’s easy to lose sight of things when you’re pushing me hard. I know you don’t want to punish me or enjoy me getting hurt and of course I know you’re afraid I will become another ghost in your pa–”“Another ghost!” She growls angrily at you as she cuts you off. “There is no death in my past like yours would be! Even Azir’s death seems meaningless in comparison! Kuro, declaring this vendetta of yours on Team Rocket made me realize that I cannot imagine a world without you...” She pounces on you, pinning you underneath her as she sinks her muzzle under your mudsoaked chin and as she almost sobs. “So you don’t get to call yourself another ghost. As I know, losing you, would be losing my will to live.” Her body trembles against yours as she confesses everything. Suddenly, she extends her claws and drags them down your chest right above your heart, not too deep, but deep enough to likely scar. Your eyes shoot open as you tense up in sharp pain, but as soon as you realize what she is doing you relax. She is giving you another mark. This time as a reminder no matter what, she will never stop believing in you, even if you don’t believe in yourself. You don’t say anything, just rest your head on hers as you wrap your paws around her and hold her. After about five minutes of lying there with her, you push her up a bit, gazing into her tear soaked eyes. “I feel the same. I don’t see a world without you either.” Your body begins to glow as you rise, Moonlight sealing the bleeding mark she carved into your chest. The wound is still slightly bleeding, but sealed enough to not hinder your movement. “Keep pushing me…“ Your eyes narrow into slits, voice low and resolute. “For you, I will become whatever is necessary.” Then you charge towards the obstacles with a whole new determination in mind, not driven by the clock, but by purpose. Every step, every breath, every strike is no longer about finishing in time; it’s about becoming what she believes you can be. For the next month you train from dawn until the moon rises. You have become more agile, learned to control every aspect of your body and your physical strength and toughness are greatly enhanced. You have placed your training completely in Layla’s discretion, trusting her to know your limits better than you do. Ghost joins in occasionally, showing you techniques that will matter once real battles begin. When he demonstrated Hyper Beam and you accidentally blew a hole through one of the walls, Layla made you swear never to use it during training again. As you run down the newest training course, bouncing off the dummies, slicing targets and landing on your feet with grace, you feel a sudden sense of gratuity towards Layla. You feel as if you can finally put her mind at ease. You trace the mark Layla carved into your chest a month ago, the symbol of her devotion and the promise she refuses to break. You intend to help her keep that promise, no matter the cost.
Kuro wakes up on realization that Layla will not let him wage his war on Team Rocket without proper training
Start from the beginning as the story will make no sense if you start it in middle. Here is link to first chapter. https://inkbunny.net/s/3880534
Sorry the chapter is late. Had a busy weekend. Also from now on the chapter will release bi-weekly as I cannot keep up with making a chapter a week and still maintain the quality. Please be patient.
