Chapter 24: Voidpulse Martial Art.
A day passed without much trouble... and here I was again, back in the training grounds, grinding through the Ashborn family’s martial arts.
Well, grinding was a strong word. I couldn’t even get past step one: reading comprehension.
I didn’t understand a single damn thing in this cursed manual.
Not that I was alone in my suffering. My father had even assigned the leader of the Ashborn Knights to teach me.
I had just been training with him a few hours ago. That bastard did nothing but make me run laps around the training hall like I was some damned animal being hunted.
Which, to be fair, I technically was.
He released seven wolves. I had no idea about the breed but they all looked like they ate steel for breakfast.
Apparently, my father had given him strict instructions: "Make him strong. No matter what."
So now I was living in a survival training arc written by a sadist.
Thankfully, I was free from that hell for now as the training for the day was finally over.
Then there was this gentleman—my friendly neighborhood Cloak—wiping sweat off my forehead like it was auditioning for Best Wife of the Year or something.
I don’t know why it thinks wiping my sweat is its divine mission but the moment a single drop forms, it’s already on cleanup duty