Starting a Training Session - Part 2

On the ground, Leon sat cross-legged, his black robe discarded, revealing his perfectly sculpted muscles, reminiscent of a Greek god.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! What a magnificent physique," the dragon ancestor commented, clearly impressed.

Normally, a body trained for combat would develop large, imposing muscles.

But Leon's physique was different—his muscles were perfectly proportioned, neither too large nor too small.

It was a rare sight, one the dragon ancestor had never encountered in his lifetime.

Miranda stood beside him, her expression calm, though a faint blush tinged her cheeks.

"The master's muscles are... beautiful," she whispered softly.

Having lived inside his body, Miranda was used to seeing Leon admire his muscles in the mirror. Yet, the sight before her now made her feel inexplicably embarrassed, though she couldn't pinpoint why.