Chapter 52: Limiting
Asher shook his head as he spoke, "No need. I will watch and learn through the instructors’ guidance."
Tom smiled at Asher’s words but offered no reply. He simply walked beside him calmly. He too had pushed himself to the limits. Having a Sun within the training ground had motivated the three of them more than they expected.
Within the past three weeks, the three talented kids had found themselves gradually drawn to Asher. At first, they kept their distance, he was a Sun, after all.
But after seeing him smile and respond gently and calmly to a few passing conversations, their perception of him shifted. They started to grow closer.
"Who keeps healing all these injuries you accumulate?" the last of the trio asked. "I know the Wargrave Household probably has individuals with healing abilities, but wouldn’t the Duke come for Instructor Clinton’s head at this point?"
His name was Hito.
Although Hito understood that Wargraves were all about battles, combat, and glory through war, what Asher was currently doing still felt absurd to him.
Asher sparred with Clinton each day, receiving injuries that would take down most others on their level, only to come back the next morning as good as new, ready to fight again.
But this was something Asher had personally requested. He didn’t just want to spar with Clinton, he had asked Clinton to intentionally exploit any gaps he noticed in his attack sequences and to inflict injuries when necessary.
Not lethal ones, of course, but injuries sharp enough to serve as reminders. It was how Asher chose to learn: by experiencing pain, memorizing it, and adapting to avoid repeating the same mistake.
He knew that in real combat, an opponent would not let such openings slide.