The next morning, the courtyard was even colder. A wind blew across the stone tiles, carrying the metallic tang of blood from the training posts where disciples practiced.
Seo Jin stood in the center again, sword in hand. His body was still sore from yesterday. Every muscle ached, but he forced himself not to show weakness.
The fox clung to his shoulder like a scarf, tail wrapped around his neck. "Host, are you ready? Remember, this isn't just training. This is romance training. When he swings at you, think of it as a love tap—"
Seo Jin grabbed its tail and tugged until it squealed. "Shut it before I strangle you."
The disciples gathered around, whispering. Some were excited, others were mocking.
"Will he last longer today?"
"He'll just get crushed again."
Seo Jin ignored them, eyes fixed on the man in black standing across from him.
