(7 Days Later – Rodova Military Academy)
Drip… Drip…
Sweat trickled down Leo's forehead as his body trembled under the relentless weight of accumulated exertion, every muscle fiber twitching from constant tension as the heat surged through him like a furnace nearing combustion.
'Just a little more…' he told himself, activating [Parallel Processing] as his mind fragmented across multiple layers—calculating his opponent's movement patterns, regulating his own breathing, analyzing air currents, and maintaining his stance with machine-like precision.
*TWAP*
He felt a droplet sliding down his brow, tracking every millimeter of its descent in real time, sensing the exact moment it detached from his chin and began falling. [Absolute Vision] locked onto it mid-air, tracing its arc all the way to the floor as if even gravity itself had slowed to accommodate his perception.
But Leo's focus wasn't on the sweat—it was on the man across from him.
