Time slipped away like sand, impossible to grasp no matter how tightly one clenched their fingers.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The weapons shop.
A wooden wall had been forcibly shot through.
From left to right and top to bottom, numerous slender wooden strips remained connected across the wall, spreading out like veins.
It looked as though a woodcarver had taken an artist's name and carved the wall into a bizarre work of art with no discernible style.
In truth, the wooden wall had been battered into this state by lead bullets.
Throughout the half month of training, Saul had shown them through his actions exactly what it meant for this not to be a drill.
Maud and Sunny had long since lost count of how many lead bullets they had dodged from Saul's hand.
They only knew that before dodging each bullet, they could feel a tangible sense of crisis between life and death.
Thus, in just half a month, Maud had developed the bizarre sensation of someone who had spent years licking blood from the edge of a blade.
Even in his previous life, when he had advocated developing quietly, he had never encountered many life-and-death crises over the course of several years.
Yet during this short half month of training, he constantly felt an oppressive sense that relaxing for even a moment might cost him his life.
Saul was truly a monster.
That was probably the genuine feeling Maud and Sunny shared.
However, the results of their training had also been immediate.
By this point, Maud could dodge the lead bullets Saul flicked at him with his fingers even with his eyes closed.
Seeing this, Saul could only marvel that Maud's aptitude for Observation Haki was truly extraordinary.
As for Sunny, her