Almost a month had passed since I became a shadow.
Training was pure hell.
It was literally hell mode.
The training I endured as a magic knight had been tough, and the Captain was unforgiving back then, but compared to this, that felt like a leisurely stroll in the park.
Every morning, I had to sprint endlessly around a training space the size of a colosseum, pushing myself until my lungs burned and I was gasping for air. Then, I'd dive into working on the weapon I was most proficient with, each swing and strike demanding more focus and precision. After that, I'd hone my skill to make it as deadly and effective as possible in a fight. Finally, I was forced to strategize and develop tactics, preparing for every possible scenario in case I faced an enemy head-on.
This was the routine, day in and day out.
