"Hah… Hah… Hah…" Arthur wiped his face before he swung his arm to the side. His face was completely covered in sweat. His arms were exhausted and his stamina bar was very low.
However, the fire in Arthur's eyes was burning violently. He didn't know how long he had been training for and he frankly didn't care at all. He simply wanted to swing his sword one more time, try another stance, fix one of his flaws, and perhaps… get one step closer to mastering the sword.
He knew that a few hours of training weren't going to make him a master swordsman. But, he knew that each step he took got him closer to that goal. It was a ball of snow that he just pushed off the cliff and was about to roll down as it slowly grew.
Even as he was standing there, very tired, he didn't stop as there was still some time before he had to log out.
