Chapter 14
I was stretching my sore body when I heard a noise next door, in the room adjacent to where I trained.
Swoosh!
At the sound of another swoosh, I couldn't resist the temptation. I quietly walked to the transparent glass door that divided the training rooms and snuck a peek inside.
"Cypher. It has to be him," I thought to myself. He was the only one with a reputation for being utterly obsessed with training, always pushing himself to new heights.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Through the transparent glass door, I caught a glimpse of Cypher in action. His movements were fluid and precise, each swing of his sword cutting through the air with a fierce intensity. The shock waves rippled in the space around him. He pivoted effortlessly, transitioning from one stance to another, as if dancing with the shadows.
I leaned closer, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene. Cypher was dressed in a fitted training outfit, dark fabric clinging to his athletic frame. Sweat glistened on his brow, glimmering in the ambient light. I could see the focus etched in his features, a deep concentration that suggested he was lost in his own world.
As he pivoted, transitioning seamlessly from one stance to another, the air crackled with intensity, and I couldn't help but admire him. He was everything I had written him to be: strong, focused, and undeniably cool.
Suddenly, he paused, sensing something in the air. I froze, my heart racing as I hoped he wouldn't look this way. After a moment, he resumed his movements. With a sigh of relief, I took a step back, deciding I had intruded long enough.
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Remillia's Dorm