Capítulo 92: Chapter 92 A Productive Morning

(Desmond POV)

Barely a ray of dawn light came through the window, almost strategically hitting the sofa I was sleeping on, so after a couple of grumpy grunts, I was forced to wake up and leave a Claire in a maid outfit back in the country of Dreams.

Throwing away whatever laziness I might bring with me, I start the day the same way I've done since I was little. . . With training, with only a few very particular exceptions, I have trained every morning of my life since my father decided that I would be a soldier like him when he grew up.

I would be lying if I said that I hated these training sessions because as enthusiasm for sports and martial arts, they were activities that were within the range of what I consider fun; spending quality time with my father was just a bonus to it all.

But everything inevitably changes over time, so now I train without the company of anyone and at this precise moment it is not martial arts that I plan to train but magic. . . well, a bit of both.