Edmund and Ariadne stood in the open field, facing one another. She got the hero’s sword handle and, with her right hand, it gave a swing to the side. Edmund held his sword to his side with his two hands. When he tightened the grip of it, the blue of the sword emitted a light blue glow.

‘Come, peasant.’ Ariadne puts her sword to the side, holding it with her hands.

Edmund smiled, and, in an instant, his knee was already blocking her vision, giving her no time to dodge, so the strike made her fly back on a flip, but Edmund gave her no time to react; he had already swung his sword downward. Luckily, she blocked his strike, but it cracked the ground in some parts around her.

As he was in the air, Ariadne could quickly push him upward. Edmund was shocked by how high he was going; she did that with just one arm. He remembered one of his training sessions with her, where she pushed him away to the side, nowhere near this.

She got up and jumped directly toward Edmund, who was falling. She already expected him to spin midair and push her to the ground. The two collided midair, but something interesting happened. They stopped for a moment and fell together. They saw this as an opportunity and traded blows. No one was being pushed away, and the attacks and counterattacks were evenly matched.

When the two touched the ground and found their fitting, the blows became more vigorous and faster, and the sound of their fight was like a thunderstorm happening right outside the mansion. The majority watching from inside the mansion couldn’t follow what was going on; their eyes couldn’t understand; it was a blur, but those with white hair could understand the fight, just like when Edmund fought against Ariadne before the dungeon; for them, it was just a little faster than before.

They continued to fight into the forest, cutting everything in their path until, again, Edmund was launched, but this time towards the training grounds. He looked at his sword, and the glow stopped, even though they had fought for only two minutes.

Ariadne came at him at full speed, but he let go of it instead of blocking or swinging his sword. As the blade was moving toward him, he moved forward, grabbing Ariadne’s arm and using the momentum of her swing to slam her on the ground.

Edmund felt a nostalgic familiarity with his movements and state like the pieces of a larger puzzle were put in place; it was still far from perfect, but compared to before, it was like night and day. That is why he could fight against Ariadne, even feeling the strength of her strikes every time their blades met, but he always held his ground by using her strength against her.

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‘I will show you how I held up against the guardian. Seeing the recording doesn’t give you the whole idea. Feeling with your body is the best way... a lesson if you will.’ Edmund gave small jumps and positioned himself, waiting for Ariadne to get up.

‘I don’t want to kill you, peasant.’ Ariadne spoke with anger as she got up.

‘You won't, I think.‘ He gave a quick laugh.

The laugh triggered Ariadne to dash towards him, swinging her sword, but he saw her coming. He anticipated her every move and dodged to the side, always outside her swings. For the first five strikes, he didn’t do anything, but on the sixth, Edmund punched her, making her feel some pain. For him, it was like punching something hard, rock hard.

‘My turn.’ Edmund smiled.

Edmund moved forward, but as he was preparing to deliver a punch to her head, she swung the sword; he instead moved in, grabbed her arm, and was even pushed. He couldn’t stop the movement,r but he thigh it and punched her in the face with his other hand. He tried to make her let go of the sword, but she was just too strong, so instead, as she attempted to strike him with her elbow, he moved back and got away from her.

‘Your strength is a real problem, and the fact that I can’t kill you.’ Edmund smiled.

‘If that is a problem, try to, peasant.’ Ariadne spat some blood on the ground.

Edmund raised his hands a little and took two steps back.

‘Wait, you know you can kill with one good hit, right?' Edmund took another step back.

‘If the battles are going to be like those in the dungeon, we must train harder.’ Ariadne raised her sword with one hand, pointing at Edmund.

'So... here... I... Go!!’ Edmund dashed towards Ariadne.

Even after these two months, Ariadne wasn’t familiar with her body, so even if she could see Edmund coming towards her, the body simply didn’t follow her commands on the stop, so she was hit again. Still, now on the lower body, and after she tried to attack Edmund, he would dove and hit her again and even make her fall.

The two didn’t notice that their fight lasted only three minutes and almost devastated the training grounds. At one point, the people outside needed to run and jump to escape their path of destruction like they were fleeing a hurricane, a terrifying moment.

It was like she was fighting against him for the first time when she didn’t know how to hold a sword. The worst part was that he knew her every move because he was her teacher, but that would change when she hit him with her elbow right as he was going to punch her in the face again and made him step back, holding his left side and fall with his butt on the ground.

‘Wait, Wait… I think you broke one of my ribs; I give up.’ Edmund raised his hands.

Ariadne was shocked by what happened; maybe she was just so focused on the fight that she completely lost her newfound strength; she made her sword return to the handle and kneeled right beside Edmund as a group of people started to run toward the two.

‘Are you two alright?’ Alon spoke, looking at the two.

‘I’m alright,t Alon, thanks.’ Ariadne nodded at Alon.

‘I’m not; call Eli, za, or I’m going to die.’ Edmund lay on the ground.

‘Don’t be so dramatic, peasant.’ Ariadne sigh. ‘But call for Eliza anyway.’ She looked at Alon.

‘Yes, your highness.’ Alon saluted her. ‘You two, call Eliza.’ Alon looked at two soldiers close to him.