In a large, 500-foot room filled with training dummies, weapons, and equipment. A handsome man with golden blonde hair and bright, cyan-coloured eyes had sweat trickling down his well-toned martial body, while his fierce gaze was fixed on the immobile training dummy in front of him.
TAK-TAK
"Huff...huff...huff...haa!!" With a subtle yell amid his huffs, he stopped swinging the wooden sword at the training dummy.
Picking up his sweat-drenched towel that was dropped on the ground next to him, he wiped off his sweat and looked at his hands, which were filled with calluses.
"Not enough." He mumbled under his breath. His name was Charlie Rowse, Charlie Rowse Sheovaria, the heir, the crown prince of the Sheovaria empire. Since he was not seen outside the empire, no one knew what he looked like or if he really existed, so it wasn't that difficult for him to join the academy without garnering too much attention.
