Another weekend, Mikhail once again found herself drenched in sweat as she trained in the plains of Hamel.

“One, now!”

• Hah!

“Two.”

• Grrr...

“The tip of your sword is trembling too much. You won’t even be able to take down a single goblin like that. Steady your breath and three.”

She swung her sword in a consistent rhythm.

Having grown a bit closer through their frequent meetings, Mikhail slumped to the ground, exhausted, and spoke to me.

“Hah... Teacher, this is so hard.”

“How can you say that when you’ve already awakened your aura?”