Peaceful Academy.

“Three hundred sixty-one.”

“Three hundred sixty-two.”

“Three hundred sixty-three.”

Mikhail, who was still wielding his sword at the training grounds, wiped away his sweat and let out a rough breath.

A sword that strengthened with a single goal in mind.

Mikhail thought that there was no better way to shake off his worries than to wield his sword, and so he continued to do so today.

“Three hundred sixty-four…!”

After class, it’s off to the training grounds.

Even on weekends, it’s off to the training grounds.

Being able to sleep soundly without worries after sweating profusely was Mikhail’s …