During his rare moments of leisure, Raylo dedicated most of his time to training.
Aside from the two hours he unfailingly set aside each day to handle his duties as Lord, he spent nearly all his remaining time training.
Dusk fell, the setting sun like a pool of blood.
In the plaza, two figures were locked in combat. The clang of metal on metal was incessant, sparks tracing brief arcs of light in the deepening twilight.
CLANG!
Their Refined Steel Long Swords clashed again. Ed, relying on the immense Fighting Spirit of a Tier Four Knight, steadily kept Raylo on the defensive.
The Giant Strength transmitted through the blade made Raylo's hand go numb, but he didn't resist it head-on. Instead, he spun with the momentum. A flash of lightning sparked at his feet, and he slid back several meters like a phantom, dissipating most of the force.
"You're getting faster, my Lord,"
Ed said in admiration.
