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Two individuals, their bodies honed to perfection, engaged in a gripping sparring match. The clash of their movements echoed with an almost bone-chilling clang, reverberating through the air and resonating with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Each blow, delivered with calculated precision, elicited a primal reaction. The clash of their bodies reverberated through the training ground, a testament to their unyielding spirit and unwavering commitment. It was as if the very essence of their strength and determination collided, their resolute spirit manifesting in every resounding impact.

Julian said nonchalantly. “Luna duties,” I added, echoing his tone. Robin just shook his head with a half-smile and pointed to the center of the training ground. “Today’s physical training. No powers. Your body needs to be strong enough to handle your powers. Otherwise, you’ll end up passed out after every burst of energy.” My mind instantly flashed back to the day I saved Rose from the hunters and passed out right after. That had to be the reason. “Alright, let’s do this,” I said, already pumped. “So, who am I sparring with?”

she says at last. “You aren’t,” I answer. “But you are strong. And strength doesn’t disappear just because we don’t talk about it.” I hold out my hand. “This training won’t be about learning how to hit,” I say. “It will be about understanding how your body works. How you stand. How you distribute your weight. When you move, and when you stay still.” She looks at my hand. She doesn’t take it right away. Then, slowly, she does. This isn’t clinging.

Training my body for combat also focused my mental energies, keeping me grounded in the present moment. I flowed through the graceful, dance-like motions Keiran demonstrated until sweat beaded my skin despite the chill. The exercises served as moving meditation, demanding my full attention and concentration. I tore down the forest path, focused only on the pounding of my feet and my breath steaming in the crisp air. Lost in my own headspace, I didn't hear the stealthy approach behind me. Rough hands grabbed my wrists, spinning me about. I crashed into a solid chest, crying out in shock. Timothy's handsome but cruel face leered down at me.

"Some are a little more difficult than others." He grinned at her. "Define difficult." "Well, it depends on whether you want to run in your wolf form or your human form, but there are lots of steep climbs when you head toward the mountains, and others have logs that cross rivers so you can practice your balance, that sort of thing. Rocky terrain, what have you." Before Ulssys could reply, Blade added his two cents. "I feel it's very important to exercise in one's human form. "If the human body isn't strong, the wolf won't be strong."

So all this time they've really only trained you physically? "Isn't the title also physical exercise?" I asked back with a bit of surprise. Vincent rubbed his face with his hands when he heard that. He looked up at the evening sky above us, folding his arms across his chest. "That asked, grinning playfully. My nod made his grin fade quickly. "Wait a minute ... So all this time they've really only trained you physically?" "Isn't the title also physical exercise?" I asked back with a bit of surprise. Vincent rubbed his face with his hands when he heard that.

He had only accepted one apprentice in the past hundred years and had never considered accepting another. James, who was standing by the side, interjected, “Cynthia isn’t as simple as she looks. She has a rare Frost Physique, and her body can continuously produce Cold Energy.” “Oh, is that so?” Callan cast another glance at Cynthia. Frost Physique He had read about it in ancient records, and it was a very rare physique. People with this type of physique were perfect for practicing martial arts. Learning martial arts would significantly improve their True Energy. One year of training was worth ten years of that of an ordinary person.

It was here, amidst the echoing sound of clashing blades and the rhythmic thud of punches, that I found respite from the complexities of the court. With each movement, each exertion of my body, I sought to purge myself of the lingering frustrations and doubts that had accumulated throughout the day. The rhythmic repetition of drills became a meditation, a means to channel my energy and find renewed focus. The training ground became a metaphorical battlefield, a space where I could confront my own internal struggles and emerge stronger.

The training regimen encompassed a diverse range of exercises, from weightlifting to body weight workouts and resistance training. Upon completing the strength training segment, the session seamlessly transitioned into 30 minutes of agility and speed drills. Astrid engaged wholeheartedly in a series of dynamic exercises, including ladder drills, cone drills, and sprints. Each drill was meticulously crafted to sharpen her reflexes, boost her speed, and enhance her overall agility.