Capítulo 482: Breakfast At Gladiolus

After finishing putting away all of her belongings into the closet and drawer, she left him in the room by himself as she took her turn using the bath. 

A few minutes passed as he laid alone in the bed, trying to get some rest, though her words stuck with him. 

Crap. I can't let myself get rusty, he thought. 

Jumping to his feet, he grabbed his blade and scabbard, unsheathing his steel as he began practicing fundamental sword swings. 

He had no problem with the sword skills ingrained into the fibers of his body, but rather, he wanted to wake his body up to its usual endurance levels. 

After years of being accompanied by Belus, holding it between his fingers felt more natural than without; swinging it like this, in the comfort of his own home, was soothing in itself. If there was one aspect of himself he could trust, it was his partnership with his sword; one forged by focus and commitment. 

"Swoo."