It was all strange to Allan. It was as if the vast amount of pent-up anger went through his fist into the innocent rock.

Sarey was not all that shocked by this, as she expected such results. Although, she would rather make him go through the tree training because, as she knew, it was a type of training that was done everywhere.

Yet, this still went according to her prediction. This rock was his current progress, which she picked after careful reading through this stage of training. If he will crack it today or tomorrow, it was time for a bigger one.

Choosing to observe, Sarey sat on another side of the rocks, not so far away from Allan, but not the closest. It was better to be prepared for any potential problems with his... special lack of causing them. If the avalanche of rocks that she knew about will happen, both of them would be in danger. It did not happen in a while, but she still had a pinch of hesitation about being in this place.

Allan's training went off for a while. He kept his posture and tries to go for an hour. Allan was hitting the rock with occasional stops. Observing the rock with his touch. He kicked it and hit it with an elbow. Trying to figure out the best course of action for his body.

It was at least what he thought was the best way to do things. Even if he had bruises or whatnot, it wouldn't stop him from doing this.

Alas, he already tore new wounds from this past hour.

It was yet to make him uncomfortable, but the feeling of blood is not as pleasing as he thought. It is only a feeling of warmth and wetness that he felt on his arms. There were some parts of rock, which had curved parts. Not sharp, but through the velocity of his strike, it glided through it to make some cuts.

After another hour, Allan stopped attacking altogether. Sitting in front of it with trembling hands.

“What is this... ah..” A scorching feeling once again appeared from his wounds. Pain spread across his whole body, but was more focused on his both hands. He tried to remain calm, but he couldn't see what was happening to him. His hands felt like the flames, which he felt when he was younger. A dumb kid that touched the furnace, or hot metal while his father wasn't looking.

Sarey was glancing at the sky and scroll, with an occasional look at Allan. “He already went past 2 hours? That is more than it should be if he did not crack the stone.” She muttered. Unnoticed by her was the action of Allan, who was enduring pain behind his back. He did not feel this sort of special pain in a long time.

As he was sitting there, with arms laid in front of him. He breathed in irregular intervals. Exhaling and inhaling in and out.

“C-calm down! T-that soul-fire? Is it trying to eat me alive? What should I do with it? Where to go with it?” Allan panicked from the pain. He could feel something within his arms, a flowing sizzle.

3 minutes went by. Allan retained his breathing as steady as he could. Allowing himself to be calmer, with a focused mind if anything strange as before, would happen.

Unnoticed by him, wounds on his arms were already closed up. It resembled wriggling lines that closed in a matter of moments. Like a metal that was scorched red and attached.

Another minute passed.

“Are you alright?”

A sudden question entered his ears. A tone which he found all that familiar and nice.

“I... there was another problem with that fire... I tried to overcome it.”

“What? Ball of fire? What happened?” Sarey jumped around him and faced his front. Though, there was no ball of fire anywhere, much to her disappointment. Touching his forehead and body to see if he is alright or not, a worry is not the least bit hidden on her face.

“I don't know... wounds on my hands hurt, hot feelings spread across my body and some sizzle was heard from somewhere as well.”

“This? What wounds? Your hands are fine as I see them.” Sarey glanced down, while his palm, or knuckles were fine.

“Huh?” Allan touched his left arm with his right hand. He couldn't tell what had occurred, but the cuts and even the wound from that wall were gone.

“No! I was sure I had them. See that rock? I bet there is some blood on it from my attacks.”

“Rock? Oh! You did have the wound from before...” Sarey blurted out. There were quite pronounced cracks in 3 parts with obvious marks of blood. The rock itself was already fallen into 3 parts, which he wanted to multiply by 2. It was not part of the training, but doing what he wanted was Allan's way of doing things.

“Y-you already cracked it apart?” She couldn't help but feel surprised while the blood itself was redundant to her.

“You bet I did. It was harder than I thought. Each one is from the hands, elbow, and knee. I figured it out!”

“Y-your hand? Are you unhurt? What about that wound from the wall?” She asked, and tried to touch his hand. She found the temperature of his hand quite abnormal. It confirmed his words, that the ball of fire was an abnormality, but she couldn't wrap her head around it.

Now it healed his wounds? What to think of that? She couldn't see the reasoning or means for these problems.

“It is getting somewhat better now. It is a strange feeling. Almost like being in someone else embrace... or in a calm state in the sun.” Allan muttered.

“Ehmmm... Sorry. I was a bit speechless.” Sarey reclaimed herself from her odd feelings.

“It is weird... Should I be worried? I even performed minor breathing to calm down. It worked this time.”

“H-how about not discussing it any further... I can't wrap my hands around it anymore. I am barely capable of understanding the meaning of this scroll of yours. This is way too much, even for me.” Sarey argued.

“Fine. Let's ask 36 after getting this training done. How about it?”Allan said in a firm tone, as the tone of Sarey was flustered with an inability to figure out anything.

“Can't argue with that.” Sarey shrugged her shoulders. 36 would help for sure, as the Diary of the Body was in her bag all this time.

“What else is there?” Allan asked as he kept pinching his hands.

“Where?”

“The training. Was this all you wanted from me? I doubt that, or should I go rock climbing?”

“R-right. How about going to another rock? This will be a bigger one.”

“Another one? Alright.” Allan thought a little of this. He felt like figured out the right method which was behind this training. It was almost instinctively smooth for him to do this. The penetrative force was not everything about this training, nor was strength. Since he assumed the stance of the technique called Unmoving, there was some meaning for this name and its methods. All he had to do was try and figure it out at his own pace.

It was almost like pushing his stationary hand with his forearm, biceps, shoulder, and back against the rock. The force of the impact left a steady flow through his back, which did not damage him as before.

But that was a wrong assumption. The force meant to break a mountain was not something Allan could imagine, but some rocks were fine.

What sort of raw power someone would need for that? Would the mountain flood into such a figure, or, they would blast it away into vast distances? These were a few ideas Allan held in his expectations. It outstripped the sight of the old man who fought Skoll.

Allan held his hands and fist in high regard. As for the elbow and knees. It was a way he needed to position himself for the attacks with them. He had to make sure the attacking pattern would be as best as it could get without residual movements. A firm stance, body, and knuckles are needed for this. In fact, without the full potential of the previous training, he wouldn't figure this out at all.

It went without saying that knees, and especially elbows, were quite a deadly weapon of the human body. It was genetics that cause their shape. A bone that poked or folded as the arm was extended or flexed meant a much harsher impact. Such bone was the elbow that Allan had in his arm.

Since the fingers in the human hand were more fragile than a few thicker bones in the elbow, Allan found a way to strike with his knees and elbow much easier. After all, he liked to work with his fingers much more, because of the blacksmithing work. Damaging them, he wasn't willing.

After a lot of consideration, it made Allan aware of the possibilities of the human body. The words of 36 and Zigmund made it that much more important. Perhaps there was more he could uncover, understand, and learn. Unbeknown to him, Diary of the Body was exactly the answer to his worries and questions, but he couldn't read it, nor Sarey.

One needs a firm mind, and knowledge of the language "they" wrote it with. It was not something that Sarey was ready for. Not that it was that important, as reading wasn't supposed to be made by the students. That's where the teachers come into place.

Allan, this time, moved on. Choosing a bigger stone to test his comprehension and sources of strength.

He wanted to test himself and the hidden entity within him. With a great dose of skepticism, of course. If anything would go wrong, there were only a few things he could do. So far, the waiting and the breathing worked, while the mysterious disappearance of his wounds... was strange, to say the least.

In the distant rock, closer to Sarey than ever. Book which laid inside her, a certain something was very special about this book.

The wrecked ship was gliding through the space of an unknown vastness. It was a part of the special space within this diary that has its own little space. There was nothing strange on the surface of this ship. It looked like any other merchant ship that is available in immortal lands. Of course, it is nothing but shocking for mortals, since it's a very big ship for their standards. Though, it was nothing for Immortals at all.

Nothing would indicate this ship to be a resource of The Ones who created this space within the Diary. It acted as a safety, outside of any influence apart from the holder of the Diary. Time here flowed in a bizarre fashion as making the own space in the universe or part of an item, was not that easy at all.

All sorts of unevenness and problems could cause the time, vortexes, and cracks in space to destroy the space at any moment. However, this space was very well made, and only the time here was the only inconsistency. It flowed much slower here than in the reality.

Managing the space or time at full capacity was not something even "they" could get hold of. Understanding a small portion of it was more than enough. Wielding it as if on their own was not something they dared to imagine. The flow of time meant different meanings to a lot of Immortal figures. Perhaps, the only one who would dare to tell, or imagine... was The Maker.

Inside this ship that was the prison, 36 was experiencing the distinct flow of time firsthand. In the past, he was a speck of soul. Kept in a slumbering state of dullness that was this prison. It was still a torturous feeling. An empty shell with a mind which couldn't do a thing. No one would assume the reason for their imprisonment in this diary because it was a secret, which was forbidden to leak. Be it the potential freed teachers, students who were once part of it, or successful ones. The Ones remained to be the mystery in the world, what this Diary is.

Students of the Diary were freed of any suspense since they are the ones who are in charge of their fate. Unlike the teachers, who are lunatics and madmen. It was a strange way of education and the reason for it was unknown to anyone who realized the existence of this method, or the diary itself.

Knowing, of course, was not everything. Further down history, many went to gather information about the Diary. Although to get the full picture of this place, one needs to get hold of it for real. Be it from the inside or outside. That meant getting to know the mysterious organization that was called The Ones.

An untold amount of years ago, there was once a story of a wielder of this book. He had it on his side at all times. Flickering light from the corners of the cover made it quite obnoxious, as he was... a special man.

Once, just once, someone who knew the truth about it tried to seize it by force. It was a rural legend of the Central region. The barren planet was cleaved in half.

Even the halves of the crumbling core illuminated the vast space for countless years. What occurred that day spread the name of that figure.

First to ever ascend the trials and time of the Diary of the Body.

Don Rei was his name.

Nonetheless, the time was a ruthless businessman. It is not waiting for anyone, as it's not taking orders from no man. It's a constant rule and law.