Training martial arts through the night was never good for the body.
It was well known that a strained body could not perform at its peak.
Even so, Theron was tirelessly practicing in the backyard of the annex.
He repeated the forms of the Boundless Sky Sword, the Blue Sky Sword, and the King's Sword Technique without pause, as though each technique was equally vital.
Under the moonlight, the trajectory of his sword gleamed as it carved through the air.
Droplets of sweat fell from the tip of his blade, splitting cleanly in half before hitting the ground.
Far in the distance, the sky began to brighten.
The red sun slowly climbed over the horizon.
Only then did Theron stop.
It was time to clean himself and cool his head.
"Did you make progress?"
Ebon, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke. He had been observing his son for who knew how long.
"Well, my senses have sharpened considerably."
