A Sealing Move

"Phew... phew..."

Chiba bent over, bracing his hands on his knees as he panted heavily. Sweat rolled down his cheeks and arms, falling into the mud amid the black human-shaped stains covering the ground.

Now that he had gotten used to it, his speed had improved. He could finish his daily training in around nine hours now. In another month, he would probably be able to bring it down to eight.

Once he had caught his breath, Chiba slowly straightened and looked at the darkening sky, where a few stars were beginning to appear. His brow furrowed slightly.

Still, it did not feel as though he had reached his body's current limit. And after completing this daily training, no matter how exhausted he was, a night's sleep would leave him almost completely recovered, even when he sometimes slept less than the standard seven hours.

My body's recovery ability, at least its stamina recovery, seems to have undergone an earth-shattering change.

Should I increase the training volume or add more training exercises?

Lowering his head, Chiba clenched his fist. The earlier feeling of weakness and soreness had already faded considerably. At the same time, the thought of taking on more training arose in his mind.

No, better not!

In the end, though, he rejected the idea. His current training rhythm was excellent, and he could clearly feel that his body had become much stronger than before. Besides, he had only just managed to adapt to this pace. If he disrupted it by increasing the workload or adding new exercises, he might have to go through another month-long adjustment period. If that affected his efficiency or schedule because of the added training, it would not be worth it. There was no need.

There are still three thousand sword swings...

Chiba took a