Chapter 13.1: Megravia

"Are you ready, Miya?"

He recalled a memory of him and Solomon in the training room within the Floating Castle; Solomon looking down at him with a gleeful smile'drawing his blade from his sheathe. Miya is doing the same.

The training room was not like any other room in the castle, and the training was not like any other training a human could easily partake. 

The training room had magic that allowed it to create a scenery of any kind, whether it be in the cold high mountains, stormy seas or in a flaming volcano; it would recreate it with so much perfection that you could even feel the change in temperature.

It would also recreate the creatures that usually lived that area to exist as well. There was nothing it couldn't recreate. But its perfection didn't mean beauty. If you took the wrong step or venture into the home of dangerous monsters, it would lead to death.

And the 2 of them made great use of it all. Solomon would not even mutter a word. He would just cut down mercilessly at Miya. Miya would lose his limbs, his organs, most times his head but it wouldn't matter, in a few seconds he would grow back out of one his limbs then the training would go on, most times before he had even full regenerated.

The limbs he left behind would often remain there littering the place. Since there was no way for those who stayed within the training room to leave it, they would often stay there for an unknown amount of time until someone outside would stop the simulations.

They would change weapons constantly due to Solomon's endless supply of weaponry and fight in the most drastic weather, and most times, the monsters of the area would also appear to make the fighting even more difficult.

None of them saw anything wrong in what they did they fought and fought and fought, only taking a break at the call of someone outside. They did this until one year had almost passed. Throughout this time, Miya's blade had not touched him even once.

"The training room creates a dimension according to the image pictured in one's mind and how they felt of the area. If someone thought of the area as hell, it would appear as hell. That's how it works, basically." Solomon once explained. "It doesn't really matter if the image is real or imaginary. As long as you can picture it, it will come to reality.