Chapter 26: Cliche Young Master
Azel exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he sheathed his sword.
The past few hours had been spent cycling endlessly through the first and second forms of the Dragon Saint Style, each swing honed to precision under the oppressive pull of his bracelet’s gravity.
Sweat clung to him like a second skin, dripping down his jawline and soaking through his shirt, but he could feel the improvement in every motion.
During his spar with Mira earlier, he had recognized it clearly — his technique was solid, but the restricted movements under gravity training had left him wide open.
Now, though, his swings were smoother, his footwork lighter even with double gravity weighing him down.
By the time the sun had dipped toward the horizon, Azel flexed his fingers experimentally and smirked.
[2x Gravity]
It barely even registered anymore.
His body moved almost naturally under it now, the sensation nothing more than a faint heaviness in his muscles.
’This is how it should feel.’ He thought.
"Shall I take a sneak peek at 3x?" Azel muttered, rolling his wrist before pushing more aura into the bracelet.
The gems gleamed faintly.