Training and Nothing Else

The room felt as if it was a sauna. Sweat poured from Azemo's body and his face portrayed an expression of herculean effort. It was as if he was fighting against the gods themselves and with each strained step, exhaustion slipped clearer into view.

"Ok that is enough for now. Take a break."

*Crash.*

Azemo's body tumbled to the ground and a couple wooden buckets half full with water followed him. Azemo did not care enough to move his tired body and the water poured all over him.

'My lord, this is most odd. I have seen you do much more strenuous activities without even breaking a sweat.'

'It all goes back to the fact that my mana is sealed, Reginald.'

Reginald was right to be confused. All Azemo was doing was carrying a couple of buckets across a wooden balance beam. It should not have been taxing, after all, Azemo had defeated countless enemies and he had a demon's strength.