They say time passes quicker when you stop paying attention—and honestly, nothing's ever felt more true.
Despite the lingering winter snow coating the land in a stubborn chill, today's sun was shining unusually bright.
Its gentle rays stretched across the frost-covered forest, casting long shadows over the uneven ground.
The cold still clung to the air, but it was the kind of cold that soothed rather than bit—a rare, almost comforting kind of winter weather.
And in that strangely relaxing stillness, I continued swinging my sword through the air.
The forest around me, once dense and quiet, was now riddled with signs of prolonged training—broken branches, slashed tree trunks, scorched patches of snow from mana flare-ups.
This was the same place where my duel with Master Beon Gyeoul had taken place, and now, it had become our personal training grounds.
"Tsk… I told you to move your legs in sync with your hands! Again!"
