Rex stood alone in the garden. He tightened his grip around the shaft of his spear, feeling its weight settle into his hands. He took a deep breath, feeling the energy coil within him, and lunged forward.
His spear cut through the air with precision, the tip slicing through imaginary opponents as he executed his Thunder Spear skill techniques, though it was said to be a thunder spear, it was a passive skill that increases the speed and thrust of the spear. The movements were fluid, yet each thrust and strike carried a force that sent the wind rippling outward.
Again and again, he practiced the same sequence, pushing his body to its limits. His muscles burned, sweat dripped from his brow, but he did not stop. He drilled every motion into his body until it became second nature, until his strikes could be executed without a single wasted movement.
