บท 59: Runic Language

Knock, knock.

Standing outside the door within the first-year dormitory building, I knocked twice.

"Argh... My whole body aches like hell," I grumbled, carefully stretching my left arm to avoid snapping it too much.

[Well, at least her training methods work]

"Yeah," I mumbled with a heavy sigh.

It had been six days since I chose the katana as my weapon, and now I regret it.

Lauryn, who had been using katanas since childhood, easily pointed out every mistake I made in every single move, and she didn't hesitate to correct them. But her methods were extreme.

She would literally slap the part of my body that was a little off from a proper stance, and for the last six days, I had endured extreme torture in the name of training.

[Look at the bright side, at least you're getting stronger.]

'Yeah, no'

All I saw was Lauryn having the time of her life torturing the one who took her family away.