Isaac, still fully invested under the identity of Mordred, finally completed one last series of movements, his body literally dripping with sweat. His torso was covered in salty streaks, his hair plastered against his face, and every fiber of his muscles seemed to burn intensely after the relentless effort of this solitary day's training.
As he slowly caught his breath, the door to the courtyard opened softly, revealing Akane calmly striding towards him. Their eyes met immediately, and Isaac instantly felt his heart quicken slightly.
- So," she asked, her voice soft but tinged with a certain authority, "how did your training go?
Isaac raised his head slightly, giving her a tired but sincere smile:
- Exhausting... but your movements are incredible. I'm beginning to understand better how to use my body. Thank you, Akane.
