Shifting Wind?

[Aziel's Pov.]

In the family estate of the Ignaris family, a boy with messy brown hair and grey eyes swung his sword.

Aziel.

He had returned to his home after the attack incident.

He had been unconscious for a few days after that attack and only woke up a few days ago.

He spun mid-air, letting out a loud battle cry before his blade crashed against a training dummy.

A boom echoed as the dummy exploded into shards.

"Too slow," he muttered.

He landed with a thud, brushing sweat from his forehead.

His shirt clung to his back, soaked through.

The training dummies lined up again—automated mana puppets crafted to adapt.

The family had spent a small fortune on them.

Aziel cracked his neck.

"Again."

Before he could charge, his ManaSync beeped.

[New Message from: Alden]

He blinked.

["I'm talking from heaven. Delete my search history. RIP."]

Aziel stared at it.