Ninety-nine… Hundred.
Hoo!
Doing push-ups is a tough thing.
I had seen many people doing them with ease, never knew it was this difficult.
My daily routine now comprised what Arthur called warm-up in the morning. And by that he meant destroying every unit of energy in my body.
Using mana makes things much easier, but the bastard had locked my mana core.
I looked at the bracelet-type things on my wrists. These were used to completely block one's mana supply or, in most cases, reduce it to a near-negligible level.
So running for ten miles combined with the hellish schedule of these push-ups, pull-ups, and whatnot weird exercises left me with no strength.
And the interesting part is…
This was just the beginning of my training for the day.
After the so-called warm-up, Arthur would ask me to swing the sword for the entire fucking day!
I mean, has the old man lost his—
Cough.
My master might be a very trained fighter, a veteran of the mightiest battles, but I must say…
