Ketis the Prideful

The crackle of lightning and electrical discharges frequently spread across the cramped cargo compartment in the courier vessel.

Ketis had specifically requested to clear it out to serve as her makeshift training room. As a swordmaster, she could not afford to slack off and let her body drop from her peak physical condition.

Though the work she put into maintaining her transhuman body was time-consuming and monotonous, she did not feel she was wasting her time.

Not only was she polishing her strength as a swordmaster, she also had enough spare brainpower left to contemplate the many problems she faced in her design projects.

There was nothing like swinging her blade while simultaneously becoming engrossed in performing mental calculations that might lead her to develop a brilliant solution to a stubborn problem!

That was what she was doing right now. She used the time to spar in order to figure out how she could implement her latest idea.