The next training will begin

A week had passed since Strax and Cassandra had faced each other in a fight that seemed more like a game of provocations than serious training.

But today, things were different.

The training field, in the distant clearing, was quiet, except for the sound of wooden swords cutting through the air and the impact of blades meeting.

Both were focused, their movements fast and fluid, without the playful banter that had marked their previous sessions. Now, it seemed every strike had a clear purpose.

Strax was sweating, but his eyes gleamed with determination.

His body was sharper, more agile, each movement more precise.

He no longer seemed like the unprepared man who had entered the fight days ago, but someone who had learned to adapt, someone who understood how to use his own body efficiently.