Training Starts

Lex wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. "You're going to hate this spear, brother."

Ash smirked. "We'll see."

He took his stance again. This time, he focused deeply—eyeing every muscle shift, breathing smoothly, and grounding his feet perfectly.

Another thrust—slightly smoother, but the spear still wobbled like a drunk eel.

This was going to be hell. He knew it was going to take time, but he wasn't afraid. He believed he had enough talent and perseverance to achieve it.

But from his second try, he understands something. It seemed it wasn't just a simple matter of slight adjustment but needed extreme accuracy and perception.

"Better," Lex's father said, arms crossed. "But you see now, don't you? This isn't about being strong or fast. It's about being flawless."