Chapitre 143: The Torture Olympics

Meanwhile, Achilles approached, nodding in respect at his lord's mental resilience.

"Now that you're warmed up, we'll train your agility for half an hour before delving into footwork and evasive manoeuvres." He raised his palm, stopping Adam from interrupting him with questions, and continued. "I know you want to focus on swordsmanship. But that's an amateur's desire, not a warrior's."

Before his words could linger, he rolled his shoulders and twisted his arms and legs at surreal angles. His back and neck followed, dancing almost as if animated by their own wills.

Even worse! Adam forgot about his exhaustion and jumped to his feet. Eyes wide, he watched as Achilles did everything while moving with the grace of a tiger!

'How the heck does he even do it?' His lips twitched as he glanced at his own arm. 'It'll break ten times out of ten if I try!' 

Achilles chuckled and returned to his usual proud stance.