Training In Progress (1)

As per their promise, Ashton's training began without any delay. The sooner he would master his newfound strength, the sooner they could depart to Euphoria and obtain the medallion. However, it was easier said than done. 

Vulcan and Flintmace stood on one side of the Arena. Their faces were filled with anticipation and determination. On the other hand, Ashton felt a mix of curiosity and worry, unsure of what lay ahead.

"Alright, kid," Vulcan began, his voice carrying a firm but encouraging tone. "We're going to start with something basic. Your first task is to obliterate this toothpick."

Ashton regarded the toothpick that Vulcan held between his fingers with a raised eyebrow. It seemed almost comically simple. Still, he couldn't help but feel that there was more to it than met the eye.

"That's it?" Ashton questioned, a hint of scepticism in his voice. "I thought we'd do spars as usual."