Water hit his skin and he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the day settle in his mind.
It replayed slowly.
The drills, the teamwork.
Arthur leaned one hand against the wall as the water ran down his back.
That drill…
Working with the others had been different.
He wasn't used to relying on people in his past life.
Or being relied on even.
But it hadn't felt bad.
Actually…
"…it felt right."
They weren't perfect. Far from it. But there was something there. A rhythm that was starting to form.
Arthur chuckled softly.
"And Nox complaining every five seconds."
He could still hear it.
That made it feel more real somehow.
Then his thoughts shifted.
To the spar with the commander.
Arthur exhaled slowly.
"Intent Skin…"
He raised his hand slightly, remembering the feeling.
The thin layer of mana hugging his skin, moving with him like it was alive.
He had finally learned it. And In one evening.
Arthur shook his head.
"Sovereign Intent system…"
