Boom…
"Tch! Failed again," I muttered, laying on my back as the smoke covered the area.
"My posture, thrust angle, and the Soulforce movement—I'm following every step exactly like Aruma, so why do I keep failing?"
It had been fifteen days since Ume went for her closed-door meditation. Jambavan and Vyaghra were busy training the mine workers in the day and meditating at night. Meanwhile, I was using this time to learn the sword technique of Aruma.
Occasionally, I would also visit the city on the surface to make sure everything was in order.
I had assigned half of the guards who had surrendered on the day of the festival to the city and the remaining to the mines to make sure no crime or conflicts occurred. And to be sure these guards wouldn't act out of line, I had divided them into groups, each serving under a captain chosen personally by Jambavan.
"I can't understand what I'm doing wrong," I murmured, staring at the cave ceiling outside the castle.
