As the days passed on the western mountain range, the routine of training and sparring with Yato became an integral part of my daily life. The snow-covered landscape bore witness to the continuous evolution of my martial skills.
On the 9th day since our arrival, Yato's acknowledgement of my progress brought a sense of accomplishment. His words resonated with a reassurance that went beyond the physical aspect of training.
"Well, even I have to admit it now, you've been making rapid improvements. Your breathing is correct, your stance is more refined, and your other bad habits are now almost negligible. Good job," Yato praised, his silver hair contrasting with the wintry backdrop.
Despite the acknowledgement, a hint of doubt lingered within me. "You say that, but all I've been doing for the past twelve days is getting my ass kicked by you," I remarked, a playful smirk forming on my lips. "It makes me wonder if I'm truly improving."
