From the introduction, the two of them understood what this endurance training specifically entailed.
They had to brace themselves against the force Rosmontis applied to a tactical shield with both hands, then walk a certain distance while under the Originium Arts suppression of the Sankta girl named Mostima.
The two exercises could be done separately or together; it all depended on their choice.
Magnus decided to have his brother demonstrate the Primarch-level physical capabilities to everyone. As Leman Russ stepped before the pair and made his preparations, Magnus did not forget to give him a reminder.
Don't overdo it. Just about enough is fine.
What does "just about enough" mean? Do you even have a concept of that?
Uh... no.
Ignoring Magnus, Leman Russ loosened his shoulders and gripped the tactical shield floating in the air under Rosmontis's control with both hands.
The material was unusual—perhaps even advanced by this world's standards.
Even without Perturabo's almost cheat-like powers of perception, Leman Russ could roughly tell as much from the texture and feel of the enchanted metal's surface.
But that was all... if he squeezed hard enough, he could definitely leave a dent in it.
"Ready... begin!"
At the command, Rosmontis slowly increased the pressure, trying to force Leman Russ, who was carrying the tactical shield, back step by step.
Leman Russ's expression remained unchanged. He had even considered holding it with one hand, but decided that would be too insulting to the little girl. So, with a stiff old face, he forcibly squeezed out two veins on his forehead from excessive exertion.
Rosmontis glanced at the Doctor and only continued increasing her strength after receiving his permission.
During this contest, Leman Russ did not take a single step forward, nor could Rosmontis push him back even an inch.
As time