Sweat dropped to the floor with each movement he took. His firm, bunched up muscles twitching as he exerted them to their limits, squeezing out every single ounce of power and energy that they could release in such short intervals between each of his swings. Reinhard had never stopped training.
His eyes were red, from stress, tiredness, and from the building pressure he felt within him. His feet carried him in a rapid dash forward, his training sword slicing out an entire portion of the training dummy he was currently in a spar against. The difficulty never dropped, instead climbing higher the stronger you were. And Reinhard was strong. Much stronger than most of his peers that had joined the Imperial Army the same time he did.
