Comatose, battle, comatose, battle again...
He would suddenly be fighting while eating, suddenly fighting while walking, suddenly fighting while changing clothes, suddenly fighting while washing up, suddenly fighting while gently chatting with her. Roy even felt fortunate that he could digest all energy without excreting it; otherwise, Scathach would certainly have ambushed him and started a fight while he was relieving himself.
This was Roy's life in Shadow Land. Every time, Scathach trained him to his limits. Every time, she made Roy feel as though he had died. Every time, he would scream himself hoarse or hurl curses.
But gradually, Roy cursed less and less. He even began to look forward to the sensation of his body and soul being pushed to their limits. In his spare time, this made him mock himself. Had Scathach trained him into a masochist?
He knew it was not numbness of body and soul, but adaptation. He had adapted to the limits, to pain, and to maintaining his reason in utter despair while searching for the one chance at victory. He had forged his "Mind's Eye." No matter how desperate the situation, he could use the most rational wisdom to seek a chance at victory. Even if that chance was zero, he would never give up.
Roy knew that this was the will of a hero, a warrior, and a strongman!
Scathach truly was an unparalleled teacher. Her "Wisdom of the Demonic Realm" actually possessed the ability to impart everything she had learned to others. It was practically like the Buddhist practice of "pouring wisdom into one's head." She could pass on her insights and techniques without reservation. How much the other person could accept, however, depended on their comprehension during battle.
After fighting and clashing with Scathach again and again, and repeatedly receiving