Kazi's Bangladeshi home sat nestled amidst fake planted trees with a small clearing in front of it—a perfect place for training. The air was still. No birds chirped. Several dummies stood in a wide arc, every single one of them capable of withstanding high amounts of magic and pressure.
A training sword lay in his hands. Although not remotely on the same level as Stormedge, the training blade was still finely crafted and a damn sponge. It could absorb Kazi's mana even when using Mastered Flow of Mana, albeit with some leakage. Luckily, today was not just about brute strength or cutting down enemies; today was about the swordspells and the fighting styles he had been mastering.
