Unlike before, he uses a very convenient method for spars. The use of the Giant form isn't always useful. The use of Imitation in conjunction with the Monkey King is only good when it is needed.

For spars, he knows and has many other Initiations.

For example, considering William's stature and power, having the same size as him is better for teaching him. So he uses something else instead. It is weaker than Monkey King, but with his own perspective, Roman can change the Imitations thanks to his control. Things like changing the shape, mass, and sharpness of the Imitation are already a possibility for Imitions below Rank 6. Hence, he has a lot of variants and tools to use against William. As unappealing as it sounds, that is.

Roman's both hands have shadowy claws, with shielding layers of scales around them, and his forearm. All the way to his shoulders, and parts of the neck and chest, it forms a battle armor of some sort.

William can't guess what sort of Immitation this is, or what Dark being he Imitates. Unknown to him, the sheer possibilities that Roman is able to accomplish would blow his mind.

After all, Roman doesn't use the previous thing. This is no Dark being, but an Imitation of some other Walker.

In fact, it's more than that. It's a small fusion of two, which is a prided Skill that Roman feels is his finest, and best accomplishment in recent years. If enough upgrades happen to it. Like a possibility of Imitating Rank 7 Walkers, then he will become much stronger.

Gripping William's Claw in return for this weak attack, Roman sweeps William's legs away and swipes his hand - alongside his body - across the bunker.

William flies not that long, but it feels like it.

Grasping the debris, he stabilizes himself to his feet in mid-air. Another rough landing isn't needed, but even then, he glances around and sees no Roman anywhere. Unlike the Monkey King form, this one is hard to spot.

“Where do you looking?” A voice tells behind his back.

William turns, with his hips, and singe move of his feet, swinging his claw quickly like a madman behind him. It hits something, but Roman isn't even trying to dodge.

He still stands, grasping William's first as if nothing is happening.

A moment later, a stomp of a foot ends up in William's face, leaving him stumbling away to another piece of debris. He doesn't even complain or have time for that as he travels on the ground for 10 feet.

“See? You wanted to see what it would be like if I wouldn't go with weaker powers. Is your curiosity quenched, William?” Roman shouts, chuckling. “For you to want this in the last 2 Rounds, I will take it as a success for yourself, or your mind turned to mush alongside your improvements.” he walks towards laying William who is unable to get up.

“Yes... Yes... This has been. Great!” William mumbles, accepting Roman's hand that he offers to him.

“No way I can't even attack or defend properly. You are like... invisible.”

“It's not that complicated. It's part of you..”

“...Not knowing better. I know. I appreciate this opportunity. Can we go back to the regular spar for the remaining time? It's almost over.”

“No. This is about everything I wanted.” Roman shakes his head, patting William on his shoulder. “Rest up. Look at your emblem. It's unstable for the past 2 rounds.”

Roman's argument, which points towards William's forearm, shuts him up.

William sees it but he feels it much more. This is no longer about some limitation of cycles or whatnot. It feels like encompassing raging river of lava going crazy through his body. It's not going out of control because of constant use and forceful attacks and defenses, but twice... He did lose control twice today indeed. Experiments with the forms of Annihilation Claw have been the cause.

In fact, William already spent about 14 hours doing these spars which makes up the last day of this ordeal. Such a number is completely out of common sense, even with numerous 10-minute breaks between couple rounds. His mind feels particularly sharp and even strange if he would try to describe it.

“Begone,” he tells at last, no longer arguing about the last rounds.

Roman is right, and their time for the trial ends with a rather harsh round where Roman stops being nice and uses his power to obliterate William's heart. In not the physical realms, but he sure tried to push him around like a fool. Out of respect, Roman accepted it.

William has been curious about Roman's limits for a long time, and now he regrets asking, but not much. He still somewhat survived, even though his face, chest, and legs hurt like hell. He is able to stand on his own, but walk or run? That could be difficult.

Sighting, and catching his breath some more, he paces back and forth around the bunker on the last day to find his bamboo bottle.

Meanwhile, Roman ceases his Emblem away. The flow of everything ends, and all that is left is his glance at the destroyed bunker.

Today has been the most destructive out of each day.

Piles of destroyed concrete walls are everywhere, and nothing seems untouched. One particular, behind his back, piqued his interest. A huge, 12 feet tall fist, claw, or whatever even was noticeable in that wall. It destroyed the wall quite well. This form that William figured out after a couple of dozens of failures.

The whole scene of this bunker is destroyed, but it still stands, much to the builders who are long dead. That speaks volumes about how well was built and the general quality of this is quite good. All things considered of course, since this place hasn't been originally meant for the bloody spars of Walkers and their training.

However, it is the best place in the Federation to do so. "Outside" of the Federation, that is...

The best place for gaining experience is without a doubt Outside. Fight against the Dark, spars in already destroyed plains or cities. Those are the best, second to the hunts against the Dark. The best course of action to follow the path of the Walkers is not to be lazy. That goes without saying since The System states this truth to each and every Walker that roams the world.

That is without question, the future for every Walker. No matter the Rank, standing, past, talent, or lack of it.

The end of 10-day Trial preparation ends. The next day will be a great summoning, and journey to the Emblem Academy.

This time, Mi-Yung hasn't talked about anything to William. It was Roman, who did so 1 day ago at the end of the Offensive day.

For some strange reason, he will also follow him to the Academy grounds. He didn't state the reason, but William doesn't mind his company.

That's right. It's time to go towards that place. The Emblem Academy.

That's about everything that Roman told him, and he will meet him tomor... Today in his home, in less than 7 hours.

This makes William a bit excited, even though he feels like walking dead. He can't do anything about either, so home he will go.

The excitement of finally seeing the Academy that Mi-Yugn said, is intricate and majestic, fills his heart with curiosity. He wonders what sort of place it is since there are no pictures of it anywhere in the Federation.

He can't even imagine what to imagine, as that place is further in the ocean. It seems there will be some travel time. A boat, a helicopter, or a plane would be the most likely choices.

So, William finally finds his bottle underneath some concrete blocks he destroyed in his try to not lose control.

“My god! I swear if it's destroyed...” he complains, tossing the 2 hundred or so pound block away like a ragdoll. Underneath is an intact bottle, so that is about what he hoped for.

Quenching his thirst after who knows how long, he sits on the same block to rest his mind, adjusting his pain away.

Roman walks to him as if he wants to tell something, but he refrains from doing so.

“Oh?” Willaim notices him after glancing at the ground for a couple of minutes. “Thank you for these 10 days, Roman. I don't think I will forget about any lectures, lessons, and things you told me about. I will make sure of it.” William tells as if he expected some sort of conversation like that to start.

Even through that, Roman tells nothing, as he can't find the right words.

“His time ends and his work and mission are done. That's about it. No wonder. Simple.” William guesses the truth. It is pretty much exactly as he thinks.

Perhaps he wouldn't mind another 10 days like that, but in a half year to rest his mind through this hell. Then, he wouldn't mind it, or so William thinks.

This sort of method of training has been quite something for him. The amount of focus, hard work, and methods he had to learn filled his body with a good future. A major part of this is Roman's cause since he is a good teacher, who, for once, had a student who endured his harsh demands.

This is William's harshest training he has ever done. This whole thing of becoming a Walker, that is.

Though there has been something similar to that for more than 3 years ago when he was younger. Back then, he endured similar pain, but in different circumstances. Back then, the results haven't been like this, nor it was something he liked. Without the reward to back his mind, it was nothing but hellish training that children with Emblems endured in some camps.

William attempted to forget such memories many times, but he doesn't want to. It is a part of him, that hopes to remember it, and one day, it won't be as harsh. That is at least his hope.

Alas, the past is past, and presence overlapped with it, changing his previous hellish memories with new ones. William exceeds his marks in every conceivable way, but it doesn't diminish his pain and hard work. From the ways his system works, his personality, and experience changed drastically. His measures of Skills, defenses, strikes, and ability to brawl like a madman, have been integrated into his mind by force, and little by his own will.

Though, the last thing isn't that right, because William is willing. Oh, he is. The spar of the 10th day leaves tremendous thoughts of things for the future. It was fighting, and the use of the Emblem. Out of the many days, he accomplished the most progress on this sparring day. Roman's style changed his concept of fighting. From the way of brawling to proper combat techniques.

Of course, so much so can be learned in a day, and Roman told him many hints that will help him in the future. Roman taught him some series of hand-to-hand combat, while footwork techniques, the ability to dodge effectively, and so on, were a nice addition to William's style.

William learns the most out of this day than any other. Not in the sense of his Syste, as he made almost no progress there.

Instead, he improved in more delicate things that needed special attention. Especially his Annihilation and his experience with it in general.

Seeing Roman so silent, William gulps another mouthful of water before getting on his feet. Walking beside him, he tells him a good night, before walking out of this destroyed bunker.

He will see him tomorrow at his home, so some time for farewell doesn't matter. He will give him other thanks and last goodbye after the next day, or who knows when.

Out in the open, William walks out of the series of hallways which is kind of eerie and empty at such a time. Although there has been some occasional night person here and there, it doesn't change this liminal space.

Though like him, there is someone else beside him that is a lonely and sleepy person. A figure has been sitting on the bench for almost 2 hours, waiting for William to arrive since her work ended up some time ago.

William sees Ellia sitting on the bench, seemingly looking at the sky. So, he walks out of the main entrance, hoping to scare her a little. Sitting there, with a clumpsy head that dozes off, a sleeping beauty is the only word that would suffice to describe her.

It doesn't do anything great, considering it's Ellie, and sleeping like this at such a time isn't something that William would expect.

However, he is sure about the reason why she is here, sleeping in the middle of the night, in this kind of position. She has been waiting here for him for god knows how long. Since she knows that the 10th day is up, and tomorrow is a big day, it fills his heart with warmth.

Walking towards her, she still doesn't notice anything.

“She is gone... Huh?” William reaches her and shakes his hand around her face, but it does nothing. Instead, he does something that he always wished to do, but the chance never came.

He went around the bench and whispers to her ears words that came to mind. “Wake up. Sleepyhead.”

Ellie jolts her head all of a sudden, and panics like a madman.

Momentarily stunned where she is, she looks left and right who just talked to her.

“Right beyond you,” William responded as he can't be so mean to her.

“Y-you!” she pouts, glancing behind her back. “What sort of thing you think you are doing!?” she argued as embarrassment pokes out of her face.