Ethan walked toward the inner training courtyard located behind the research grounds. Unlike the noisy testing area, this place was calm and disciplined. Smooth stone flooring stretched across the open space, and countless faint sword marks carved into the ground showed years of relentless practice.
At the center stood Ray.
He was practicing alone.
His sword moved steadily through the air, each swing controlled and precise. There was no wasted movement, and his breathing flowed naturally with every strike. His posture was firm, yet Ethan could clearly sense the invisible wall Ray had been struggling to cross.
Ray had strength. He had experience.
But his aura had yet to fully awaken.
Ethan stopped near the entrance and watched silently for a while before finally speaking.
"You are forcing it too much."
Ray immediately halted and turned around.
"Father."
He lowered his sword respectfully while wiping sweat from his forehead.
