Athena, dressed in black training clothes and holding two long training staffs, stood on the street at the edge of the beach, waiting for Ivan.
When he spotted his Body Techniques instructor, Ivan was no longer as shy as he had been at first. Instead, he waved at her with an unchanged expression.
After all, the only person who could be "immune" to Athena's looks and completely uninterested in her was probably Ivan's father, William.
With a smile on her face, Athena walked slowly toward Ivan, leaving the concrete street and stepping onto the beach.
She flicked her hand and tossed one of the staffs forward, raising her voice as she said, "Catch."
"Clack~"
Ivan raised a hand and caught the highly flexible training staff.
Then he looked at Athena, who had already come close. His face remained expressionless, but his tone held a hint of helplessness.
"Instructor, morning training is over. It's time to let me rest for a while, isn't it?"
"Too much talk." Athena tapped the top of Ivan's head with her staff and raised her left eyebrow slightly as she retorted, "Ivan, with your physique, running fifty laps around the island shouldn't tire you out, should it?"
She then walked toward the center of the beach and waved her hand. "Come on."
"Ugh..." Ivan could only sigh, grip his staff, and follow behind Athena.
Indeed.
Having inherited William's physical abilities, Ivan was extremely adept at running and moving at high speeds.
At his current level, he could easily reach 300 km/h and maintain that speed for at least four hours.
He could also reach a top speed similar to his father's, but he could maintain it for too short a time. He was still too young, after all.
Moreover, through some "little experiments," Ivan had discovered