Swordsman Profession!

Huff! Huff! Huff!

In the dimly lit utility room, Raymond swung the thick wooden stick with all his might. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and his arms screamed with fatigue, bordering on numbness. Yet, he didn't stop; not even for a moment.

Each swing carried with it a weight far beyond the stick itself. Every time he thought back to ‘that night’, a wave of embarrassment surged through him, driving his swings even faster.

Three days had passed since then, but the memory still made his toes curl involuntarily.

"I thought I got away with it..." he muttered through clenched teeth. "I didn't think I'd actually get caught... Damn it!"

His frustration exploded into one final burst of energy. He swung harder, faster, until his strength finally gave out. The stick slipped from his trembling hands, clattering to the ground.

"7062 swings," Raymond said softly, panting heavily as he stared at the floor. His eyes flicked to the hourglass beside him. "About 45 minutes..."