Theron's Upcoming Birthday

"Good job, Young Master. Please proceed and do it again," Sir Aldric's voice boomed against the heavy breaths that filled the empty training grounds.

With sweat dripping down his forehead and neck, Theron raised the sword using his small hands. With careful precision and effort, he used his full strength to swing the sword.

*Pak!

The sword struck the straw dummy before Theron. Though it didn't make much of an impact, the sound it produced was loud enough to be satisfying.

'Ha! Finally!' Theron deeply breathed out.

For the past four months, Theron's days had been filled again with sitting in Elias and his sister's sword training and daily lessons from the early hours of the morning to late in the evening.

It was the only thing that could ease his boredom these days. He realized that learning about what happened after his death and practicing both his magic and swordsmanship were entertaining enough for him.