Two days passed, and I, as always, have been busy as ever.
I was supposed to relax, but instead, I spent most of the time beating the life out of the training grounds.
Morning, night, didn't matter.
Anyone who wanted a spar got one.
Anyone who thought they were "strong enough" learned very quickly that they weren't.
Not even close.
Well... I didn't even reach the point of using my sword art or my authorities.
And still, the same thing kept happening.... my opponent hit the floor before the match even became interesting.
"Agh... damn, you're a fucking monster, bro!"
Kael, who was currently lying flat on his back, groaned while raising one hand in defeat.
I tossed him a bottle of water. He caught it with shaky hands and started chugging it down like he hadn't had a drink in days.
"Haaah… this is heaven…" he hissed, wiping his mouth and trying to calm his breathing.
