Undergoing Maximus' special training, time quickly began to pass.
"Stop, this is the end of the training. Let's depart for the Dimensional Competition," Maximus announced.
"Yes! Finally!"
"Freedom~!"
"The end of hell…"
After over nine hundred years, their special training was finally over!
Although they felt stronger, able to control their power more precisely, and their core of origin was a little tougher, they had enough of such torturous training.
They would rather fight the dark beasts day and night for thousands of years than undergo their father's special training.
By then, at least, it would not be pure torture.
"Don't complain too much. Painful training is effective," Skye remarked.
For Skye, as long as it's useful, what's some pain?
"Painful is an understatement…" Max murmured.
He was a combat maniac, not a training maniac.
