It was already morning. Amon had woken up very early.
Wearing the same gray T-shirt and black pants, he left the tent.
"Yawn~"
He stretched his arms and yawned loudly.
His body felt perfectly fine. There were no sore or numb parts anymore. It almost felt as if yesterday's injuries had never existed.
He took a few steps, rolled his shoulders, and clenched his fist once.
"Good," he muttered.
Amon walked toward the same area where he had met the group the previous day.
The camp was already alive.
Knights were training under the dull morning sky. Swords clashing, spears thrusting, shields colliding. Some practiced formations while others sparred in pairs. Even this early, discipline filled the air.
'They really don't waste time,' Amon thought as he watched for a moment.
He spent most of the day training yesterday. He was shocked by his progress. Now he could perform the second form of the Umbral Veil Sword Art, which surprised even himself.
