I exhaled as I finally stopped my sword, finishing the final movement of the Tempest Dance Technique that I could manage. The practice blade hummed softly as it cut through the air one last time, then fell silent as I held it steady, my breathing controlled despite the exertion.
A fine sheen of sweat covered my body, testament to the hours I'd spent in the academy's private training room, repeating the same sequence until my muscles burned and my mind narrowed to a laser focus.
Finally, I had achieved adept realm of mastery in the art with all my hard work.
I wasn't a master yet, but adept realm meant I could execute the entire sequence without a single wasted movement, each strike flowing into the next with the inevitability of rainfall becoming rivers.
After the third mission, there was nothing much to do other than train and push myself more for the Inter-Academy Festival.
