Valerius woke up with a start and glanced at the sky. "Oh no!" The sky was already bright, and he made a mad dash for the clearing Aumzale had told him to get to. But, alas, he was too late. "What are you doing here this late!" Aumzale berated, "I've been waiting here for around an hour now! Give me 50 pushups, now!"

Valerius got on the ground and started cranking out pushups. "What is this form?!" Aumzale bellowed, "Who taught you how to do pushups! You have to get lower!" Valerius sighed and went as low as he could. I'm almost at the halfway mark! He thought desparingly. At around 30 pushups, he collapsed and his arms started burning. "Get up!" Aumzale yelled, "You can't even do 50 pushups? Pathetic! 10 laps, now!"

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Valerius started running around the clearing, but he was rudely interrupted by Aumzale yelling and spitting in his face, "I mean 10 laps around the forest! Now get to it!"

Valerius was having second thoughts. Why is this guy so sadistic? Is he a demon in disguise?

After 3 laps, Valerius was already panting hard, arms hanging limply by his sides. All of a sudden, Aumzale appeared by his side. "You can't even run around the forest 3 times without getting tired? And you're so slow, too! I would've finished 15 laps by now! Well, if you can't handle physical conditioning, let's work on archery, shall we?"

"Alright!" Valerius gladly accepted. They headed off into the distance, bows strapped on backs, master and disciple, and both with a fiery spirit that burned brightly.