Anthony slowly opened his eyes, his gaze scanning the place where he was, noticing with some discomfort the blood-covered floor beneath his feet. Although he was aware that the blood was his own, he couldn't help but shudder at the sight. However, a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he remembered that, at least, he had not felt pain during the training. He almost felt tears of gratitude for that blessing.
With hurried steps, Anthony approached his teacher, who watched him with a shy smile. The question emerged from his lips, laden with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety: "How many times did I die in this place?" The answer came promptly: "200 times," said the teacher, with a playful expression as she looked at the young man.
