When Swiss Precision Meets Cat Instincts: The Ultimate Combo"
That night, after parting ways with Rindo, I headed to the First Training Hall.
I still had time before dinner, and I figured I'd get in some exercise.
At the entrance, I paused.
I could face off against my skills in the arena, do some weight training in the gym, or run a simulated dungeon.
"...Maybe I'm burned out."
It wasn't that I lacked motivation. I just didn't know where to direct it. For the past month and a half, I had one clear goal: defeat the Treant swordsman. I did that. It might've been an underwhelming victory, but I won.
Runners pace themselves depending on the distance ahead. But when the finish line vanishes, you feel unmoored.
"Alright. Gym it is."
I stepped into the training room.
Clank. Clatter. The sound of iron being lifted and dropped echoed around. As always, the muscleheads were confronting their gains head-on.
