Two hours! Another run. It sounded simple enough, except this time, Atlas had to climb up and down hills over rough, uneven terrain. To make it even harder, he had to carry his spear the entire time. No matter what, he couldn't let go of it.
Taking a slow, deep breath, he steadied himself, feeling the weight in his chest, and then grinned.
"Alright!" he muttered, clenching his teeth as he began his run, with Kurogasa following close behind.
How should he carry the spear? Across his shoulder? That seemed manageable at first. He jumped and maneuvered over rocks, his grip firm. But the uphill stretches were brutal, making everything twice as difficult. He felt the strain quickly, but he pressed on, conquering the first steep incline.
Now, it was time for the descent. Let's go!
The two hours felt like four, or even five. But finally, the time passed, and Atlas completed the training. Exhausted, he trudged back to camp and collapsed onto the nearest chair, utterly spent.
