Somewhere around the stroke of midnight, William finally concluded his training session. A heavy sigh escaped from him as he bent down, his hands resting on his knees. "It's not the same without guidance," he murmured to himself. Training solo, he'd realized, was not as effective as when his master was present to correct his form and provide valuable insights. The lack of immediate feedback made it harder to gauge his progress, and he felt that his growth for the day was not as substantial as he'd hoped.
Pushing himself up, he dusted off his clothes and decided it was time to head back home. His body ached from the intense training, and his mind was weighed down with a fatigue that came from relentless concentration. "A good night's rest will do me well," he thought aloud, imagining his comfortable bed.