Isamu let out a strangled sound of protest that wasn't really made up of any words at all. He couldn't even remember the last time his mouth had gotten him in this much trouble.

Ten sets of...what? Ten sets of ten? A hundred altogether? That went beyond warm-ups. Way beyond. He almost refused to do it. It was on the tip of his tongue. Then he just grimaced and went back to counting again. No lip, no attitude, just counting. This was going to be a long morning.