After sparring for two full days, Canna finally felt his reserves run dry. He had pushed himself to the limit, fighting against a formidable opponent like Abaddon. The intensity of the training session had drained every last ounce of energy from him. Panting, Canna sat on the ground, exhaustion evident on his face, as Abaddon calmly took a seat next to him.
"It's been a good spar, master," Abaddon said, his tone respectful but firm. "I know your demon abilities are still new to you, but once you master them, they'll become as natural as breathing."
Canna gave a tired smile. "Thank you, Abaddon. I couldn't have asked for a better sparring partner. Now, you mentioned there were two things you wanted to tell me. We've already covered the first one, what's the second?"
Before Abaddon could answer, Milo, the small demon beast, fluttered up to Canna's face and spat out a fruit. Canna caught it, chuckling at Milo's antics.
