[Aziel's Pov.]
In the family estate of the Ignaris family, a boy with messy brown hair and grey eyes swung his sword.
Aziel.
He had returned to his home after the attack incident.
He had been unconscious for a few days after that attack and only woke up a few days ago.
He spun mid-air, letting out a loud battle cry before his blade crashed against a training dummy.
A boom echoed as the dummy exploded into shards.
"Too slow," he muttered.
He landed with a thud, brushing sweat from his forehead.
His shirt clung to his back, soaked through.
The training dummies lined up again—automated mana puppets crafted to adapt.
The family had spent a small fortune on them.
Aziel cracked his neck.
"Again."
Before he could charge, his ManaSync beeped.
[New Message from: Alden]
He blinked.
["I'm talking from heaven. Delete my search history. RIP."]
Aziel stared at it.
Then snorted.
Then he laughed.
Loudly.
"Goddamn you," he muttered. "You edgy bastard."
He quickly typed a reply.
