Waking up didn't feel like I'd been trampled by a carriage today. Small victories, which meant the world to me. A hundred small victories would equal the biggest victory to me here in a few weeks.
There was still a lingering weight in my limbs, a dull ache in my skull, but it wasn't the same crushing exhaustion that had become my constant companion over the past few days. My mana reserves were still low, probably lower than I liked, but it certainly felt like I was 10 times as capable as I was just a few days ago. There was something else, it was as though my movements weren't as sluggish, my body a little sharper. Maybe I was starting to adjust to the pace of this new life, or maybe it was just the old man's grueling training finally kicking in. As I mentioned earlier, training this skill had a significant effect on my body.
