Chapter 46: Act of Adaptation 2
Daylan was left restless by the news Bruce delivered—not because he feared the duel, but because of the tone and expression Bruce used. It was as if Bruce held a personal grudge against him and had finally found the perfect chance to unleash it.
He trained intensively throughout the day, using every attack he could think of to counter Lieutenant Bruce’s ability.
However, he trained all through the night, unaware of how quickly it passed him by.
Exhaustion finally took over, and he collapsed to the floor, drifting into sleep the moment he hit the ground.
Barely three hours into his sleep, Medora walked into the training room. She gave him a calm yet disappointed look as he lay carelessly on the ground, then shook her head. Stepping closer, she gently woke him up.
Rubbing his eyes as he woke, Daylan felt Medora take his hand and pull him to his feet. "It’s almost time for your duel. Lieutenant Bruce will be here any moment now," she said.
Daylan nodded and gave a lazy stretch, his body still heavy with sleep.
Astara walked in at that moment, a disappointed look etched on her face. "You two don’t need to worry," Daylan said. "I won’t end up like either of you—I’m definitely going to win."
Astara and Medora shared a look and shook their heads—clearly done with Daylan always pretending to be overly confident.
Daylan began teasing them about their own duels, especially when they refused to share any insight on Lieutenant Bruce’s abilities. Their playful banter went on for a while, eventually bringing cheerful, amused smiles to all their faces.
As they spoke, Bruce suddenly entered. His presence was grim and intimidating—far more intense than the day before. Perhaps he was still unsettled by his struggle against Medora’s ability, or maybe he simply held a grudge against Daylan.