POV Valis
After a week, I started to get used to this new routine. Every day we were promptly woken up at sunrise, and we would begin our training with a sparring session with the master of hell itself. While we weren't restricted from using spells, we rarely even bothered to use them; they were too slow to cast and required too much commitment against an enemy like him.
Fighting him was always a headache; you never knew where the attack was going to come or what kind of attack it was—was it the slash of a sword, the binding of a chain, or the blunt strike of a hammer? You had no way of knowing until you were struck by him. Looking at him was pointless at that point, as he was attacking us and only using mana to develop our senses.
'Where is it coming from now?' I thought as I tried to remain on high alert. I didn't feel any strange movement or presence around me, but it was likely that he was moving so little that I couldn't feel it.
