"He will be leaving the training hut. But, don't worry, he will be back. Back with something that is required for your next training. But, more importantly, tell me something." The old demon looked at Iwan with overflowing curiosity.
"How did you feel while collecting the needles? Wasn't it hard for someone like you to collect more than a hundred needles in this vast grassland where the grass blades easily exceed six feet?" The old demon asked in a very explaining manner. He had included every detail that should have made this an hour-long training for anyone collecting the needles. Even then, they wouldn't have been able to collect all of them.
Iwan was silent for a moment. The last half an hour still felt like a dream to him. Until now, Iwan hadn't felt much of a difference since nothing needed his perception to be used.