Warden didn't know how long it took; it was probably over a week, but he learned to fly just by sheer control of the pattern. Of course, it wasn't for too long, considering his body weight was still a few times more than that of a regular person.
However, the sheer amount of control and willpower required to even lift him up—if he didn't know better, he would have said he had touched the realm of mastery as the white-haired girl.
"So I'm prepared now?" he asked, as he let go of the swirls of energy. His form landed before the Fourth Disciple.
"To beat the next fellow?" Karim raised an eyebrow. "You're prepared for that from day one. Just don't think you can make it to the peak."
Warden's expression didn't change. "Well, I'm off then," he said and bowed down. "It's been a fun few days with you, Karim. Thanks for all the teaching."
