Luna took back her words about her being generous as she could not count the days anymore from practicing the Messenger's Flight nonstop. The training would alternate from jumping through the wooden poles, defeating golems, and having a match with the assistant to doing a set of movements with only a tiny use of white flames.
"Your actions are still as rough as an infant," the woman said coldly.
"You should reach the average level of a paladin class' motions at the minimum, Lady Luna," she continued.
Luna breathed heavily and prevented herself from explaining that she was of a healer class, to begin with. She was not raised to move like them whose moves were complex and would not make sense when not used with magic, the case in her previous world.
