In the early dawn, as the sky was just beginning to get light. Wisps of white clouds drifted across the light blue sky, the gentle sunlight evenly sprinkling on the green trees and grassland, occasionally accompanied by one or two bird calls from the trees.
Thump! Thump! Thump!!!
A series of dull thuds echoed from a white courtyard, like someone relentlessly smashing the floor with a sledgehammer.
In the courtyard, a tall figure stood steadily in the horse stance at the center. Two specially made iron rods gleamed in the sun and repeatedly pounded Casio's chest, back, shoulders, thighs, calves, even occasionally his groin.
The strength of his swing was considerable, definitely more swift than any regular human's. The dull force pounded on the surface of his muscles and skin, turning the freshly secreted sweat into a white mist. The place where the iron rod collided with the skin buzzed.
