Three weeks passed like a blur.
Raviel and Aveline stood in the training hall again, both looking absolutely done with life.
Their shirts were soaked, legs shaking, arms trembling, and faces pale from exhaustion.
Garion, on the other hand, looked fresh.
Raviel glared weakly. "Three weeks… Three whole weeks of this madness…"
Aveline rubbed her sore shoulders, wincing. "Every day… every single day… you made us train every part of the body. I didn't even know half of those muscles existed."
Garion stretched casually, popping his neck. "Good. That means you learned something."
Raviel shot him a dead-eyed stare. "I learned I can cry without tears."
Aveline nodded slowly. "I learned my soul can leave my body and come back."
Garion laughed, hands on his hips.
"Don't be dramatic. You two awakened your [Unique Physiques]. I can't let you waste them."
Raviel wiped sweat from his brow. "You didn't train us. You tortured us."
