Chapter 20
That night—
Rudeus didn't train normally.
No repetition.
No fixed patterns.
Instead—
He forced variation.
Changed timing randomly.
Altered angles mid-swing.
Disrupted his own balance—
Then corrected it.
Again.
And again.
"…If I can't predict…"
Then—
"I'll adapt instantly."
Muscles tore in unfamiliar ways.
Healing had to adjust—
Not just repair.
But recalibrate.
Mana drained unevenly.
Spiking.
Crashing.
Recovering.
A chaotic cycle—
Matching chaotic movement.