It had been a week.
A week where Keito had been dragged out of his comfort zone by his grandfather all in the name of training. As an emperor who had ruled all the lands, he had seen his fair shares of complex training and many of his current ones followed traditional methods he had trained in before.
However, knowing something was one thing but to follow it was an entirely different process which his body found incapable of doing. Even after a week, he was struggling with the basics.
And Noah was another whole can of worms. The other refused to even make eye contact with him, much less have a heart to heart confrontation. How was he going to make any progress on that front at all with such a situation?
This day followed a similar pattern of sword form practice and sparring on his own. It was a routine his body was adapting to and he could feel his body getting better and adapting.
