As my sword tore through the air in front of me, I noticed a trickle of sweat running down the side of my face.
It had been a while since I practiced with the sword, and I sort of missed this feeling. The discomfort, which I subjected myself to on a regular basis in order to improve my strength, was not something I particularly enjoyed. I much preferred this to that.
Swoosh—!
It had also been a while since I started sweating during my training.
Swoosh—! Swoosh–!
"I think that's enough for today."
A voice called out from the back, and I stopped.
I turned my head, and as I did so, my eyes stopped on Grandmaster Keiki, who was coming in my direction. He was grinning to himself in a relaxed manner.
"You've been training like crazy for the past few days; I think you should take some time to rest."
He tossed me a towel, and I grabbed it.
