After all, they were granted the same rest days no matter which shift they did, so if they were to do any, they were of the opinion that it should definitely be the day shift. It was easy, for a start – and they got to watch a near-effortless slaughter of a foe that all of them despised.
"Is it me, or does he seem even more aggressive today?" A sergeant said.
"Now that you mention it, I reckon you're right… I don't know if he's pissed off… Or maybe he's getting even stronger? He can't be, right? There's gotta be a limit," the same soldier said in reply.
"Fighting monsters from dawn till dusk, all but alone. It wouldn't surprise me if he was getting better," an older soldier said.
And indeed, that was the case, to a degree. Just as when Beam had been training in the mountains, he approached his days of monster slaying with the eyes of a man that desired progress. He did not mindlessly swing his blade, as a day labourer swung a shovel, merely to get the job done.
