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He chose a secluded area near the edge of the forest, bringing only a wooden training sword and his determination. Rynne had set up several dummies for sparring practice earlier, and now they stood waiting for Lance to utilize them to the fullest potential.

"Alright," Lance muttered to himself, gripping the sword tightly. "Let's see what this body can do."

He threw himself into the training with everything he had, swinging the sword repeatedly until his arms burned and his muscles screamed for rest. Sweat poured down his face as he forced himself to keep going, ignoring the sharp ache in his shoulders and back. This was not an unfamiliar feeling however, and he would normally heal himself by now or stop to rest, so instead of doing that, he decided to push himself even further.

When his legs grew tired to the point where they gave out, he pushed himself back up, refusing to stop.