As the days passed, a smile couldn't help but appear on Asher's lips as he had deepened his knowledge in the path of the sword, and he made considerable progress. He finally came to a stop as he stopped sparring with the Shadow FatelessPen.
Virelass hummed in his hands as though she too was enjoying the training and making progress. Asher wiped the sweat from his forehead. The moment he did that, the Swordsmanship Training room shook for a moment as the ground seemed to open up.
Asher's eyes snapped to the various openings on the ground as he wondered whether the Swordsmanship Training room was reacting because he had made tangible progress in his current sword realm.
From the ground, what seemed like scarecrows, but weren't, rose. They seemed like those training cross-shaped wood or metal poles in various manhwa he had read back on Earth. He did nothing and just stood and waited as he watched. Information flowed into his mind like it did back at the Physical Conditioning room.
