The Water Mirror realm in the Hachiman's dojo bore witness to hours upon hours of Amaterasu's harsh teachings, a place where every punch held a lesson and every kick was a reminder of the heights Chronos had yet to reach.
His newly-forged body felt like a piece of metal being constantly pounded, shaped, and reshaped under Amaterasu's expert hands.
Each move was met with a counter, faster and stronger, as Amaterasu dissected Chronos' techniques with brutal precision.
There were no gentle corrections, only the harsh reality of battle translated into thunderous blows
Pain became a constant companion, echoing in every fiber of his being as bruises blossomed across his flesh, a vivid canvas of purples, blues, and blacks—which considering the higher tier existence Chronos's body had been forged into, is testament of the damage he was receiving.
