After gleaming over various other points that became pleads for the reader to visit them he finally found one that seemed useful for his situation.

The letter read as follows:

"Now, I'm not sure how useful this way may be to you but it's worth trying regardless. At least you'll work up a good sweat since you don't do too much there anyway."

"Enough with the preamble already just to get to the point." He said as he read the letter.

"Simply put, drain all the energy you have. Make sure that even standing up is a chore. Push your body to the point moving a finger will have you straining. Then put yourself in a situation you have to survive in. If you've conditioned your body properly, then the straining of your body will eventually turn to power. It's simple really but apparently, it's not safe or whatever the soft skins of the guild believe."

"That's so vague, is there anything more?"

He kept reading but the point had nothing more to say. The next talked about how it would take a year at least with the fastest natural method.

Tibaut stood there and thought for a moment.

("Maybe it's like adrenaline? But why is the requirement of it being out of energy? How the hell is that supposed to help? Though I did read that that martial arts manual says it's good for the body and helps you maintain peak health, it could be like those phony acupuncture places that say they release your chakra when all they are, are sadists that like sticking needles into people.")

He shrugged his shoulders.

("Well whatever, I can try it out with Elizabeth tomorrow. I'd better make sure it doesn't work first before calling it phoney and not trying it, this is a world of magic after all. Still, that part about fully draining all my energy and putting myself in danger leaves me feeling nervous. Not having the energy to dodge and fighting Elizabeth seems like a nightmare.")

He felt a pit form in his stomach just thinking about fighting Elizabeth in a state like that.

But he convinced himself that night as he lay in bed unable to sleep that it was worth trying. Though with how much he was repeating to himself as he tried to sleep the phrase "it's worth a shot" had been seared into his mind.

After a rough night, Tibaut soon woke up and decided to clean the mansion first thing. He wasn't avoiding going to Elizabeth, he was doing something he had to do (At least that's what he told himself). As he was cleaning he soon came across Tina.

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"What are you doing?" She asked him.

"Well, cleaning. I'm only the one around who cleans the place. (Well that's not exactly true but I'm not gonna tell her Elizabeth forced me to do this)"

"Oh, I see." She soon started walking away.

"By the way, why are you up here?"

"Oh, I wanted to… you know what, never mind."

"Is it the training?" He asked almost in reflex.

"Well, you seem busy so I'll just ask another time."

"(Tch, the place isn't that dirty anyway, I mostly just used this as a way to stall having to train with Elizabeth. It'd be pretty dickish to blow her off just because I don't want to train. Plus who's to say there'll be another opportunity.) Wait a minute, I can go now if you'd like."

"No, I'm to- What are you doing!?" She questioned him.

As soon as she said no, Tibaut had picked her up, placed her on his shoulder and began walking.

"Let me go, why are you doing this?" She said with a blush on her face.

"I said we'd train to make you stronger, so I'm not just gonna let you run away like that."

"Just put me down, I can walk by myself." She protested.

"I let you try and slip away? No way. (Man, carrying a woman on your shoulder really does feel pretty manly. Is this why I see people use this kind of carry? This is way better than the fireman's)"

She looked with a sheepish expression but kept bargaining with him.

"(Thank God I'm wearing pants. Or is that why he has no qualms carrying me like this?) Put me down already, I feel like a child."

"Then how about this," He said as he turned his face to her's "I'll stop as soon as you beat me. That's a pretty good motivation right?"

"(I can see why Ezekiel told us to be careful around him.) Fine." She said plainly while pouting.

Tibaut carried her over his shoulder until they reached outside (Thankfully for her pride no one saw them).

"Don't expect too much on the first day." He said to her, hoping she would become discouraged.

"Don't worry, I'm not dumb enough to believe I'll get stronger in a single day."

"Still, if what Elizabeth was saying was true then I don't mind if you come at me to kill. (Though it'd be way more reassuring if Elizabeth was here.)"

"Alright, then. Here I come."

And without hesitation, she swung her spear at Tibaut which he barely managed to dodge.

"Oi, what's with the impromptu start!?" He said as he dodged the barrage of her spear strikes.

She had a cold look in her eyes and wasn't responding.

("Oh shit, she's taking this way too seriously.") He thought to himself.

He soon trapped the spear between his arm and side and she quickly let go of it to punch him. He dodged back but she grabbed the spear and shocked him.

("Man, that stings. She's pretty ruthless like this.")

Yet after five minutes or so of brawling she found herself on the ground with his hand on her neck.

"Good going but keep up that pace you'll be out within an hour. Try to keep a, um, how do I say it, keep a better tempo I guess."

"Damnit." She slammed her fist into the ground.

"Come on, this is just the first match. We have more to go."

He held his hand out to her after removing the one from her neck. She hesitated a bit before grabbing his hand.

"At least use magic, you cocky bastard!"

"Sorry, but I wouldn't want to do something that could kill you without Elizabeth around. (Honestly, knowing my attacks won't kill her makes fighting her way easier.)"

She clicked her tongue.

"Why are they acting like it's a problem? Just force me to use it. Simple as that." he responded.

"Hmph, I'll have you using it by the end of the day."