Chapter 8: Another Visit
A few weeks had passed.
It was midday in the training hall, and sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the tired students.
By then, many of them could run a few laps without collapsing afterward.
As had become usual, it was time for their duels, and the clash of wooden weapons echoed everywhere.
Cyril was, of course, fighting with Myra at that moment.
After an additional three weeks of hard work, he was stronger than ever, and their duels were becoming more and more intense.
He struck with immense speed and accuracy; his attacks would deal serious damage, even with a wooden spear.
Yet Myra still avoided the most dangerous strikes, their duel resembling a theatrical dance more than a battle.
"Stop! Incredible display as always." Their professor, wearing a satisfied smile, called an end to their duel without announcing a winner and moved on to other students.
Cyril considered this fight a loss, but the visible improvements in strength made it less frustrating.
"Good fight, Cyril! You grew stronger so quickly... as expected of you." There was pure admiration on Myra's face as she approached him.