The training yard of the hideout…
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Ramon was already back at it with his sword after his little break, going even harder than he did before as his sword swung back and forth rapidly.
Watching him, the old men in charge of the training yard were amazed.
'He's good'. They thought.
At this moment, Ramon was not just training for himself, he was training with motivations that already transcended just his own dreams.
It was also because he was riled up not long ago.
After letting his heart out to his friend and first mate, Ramon left to drink a bottle of water before sitting down cross-legged at a corner of this hideout to recover from his previous exertion.
He didn't just sit to recover; he was cultivating non-stop.
The stronger he became, the higher the reserves that astral energy needed to fill before he could meet bottlenecks for a breakthrough.
