A few hours passed as Asher never stopped moving, his mind, body, and soul completely in sync as nothing broke his immersion and concentration. It was as though he had entered the Zone State, yet he hadn't.
Soon, his body came to a stop, his sword pointed forward, his upper body on full display as he had taken off his shirt before the training began. His perfectly toned abs, chest, and back were covered in sweat as he slowly tried to regulate his breathing.
His eyes fluttered open as he stood upright, returning to a normal stance, a smile unable to stay off his face. He had made undeniable and substantial progress, and if he kept at it... he would level up, in a sense.
'Sigh... too bad there isn't a training chamber. I would have loved to train my rapier techniques too,' he thought to himself as he walked toward the corner of the room where the nightstand stood. Picking up a small hand towel, he wiped the sweat from his face before sitting on the bed in thought.
