Three Months

Wain swung his sword on the training ground with a river of sweat dripping off him as there was already a massive puddle beneath him that gradually grew larger.

He repeated the same motions over and over again, so in time the imprint of his bare feet was left on the ground.

A crackle.

The doors opened, and Aurora stepped inside.

"Are you still practicing? Damn... You're a real monster." Aurora said with a sly smile on her face.

"What do you want?" Wain asked as he didn't stop and continued swinging his sword.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." Aurora waved her hand before leaning back against the wall with her arms folded in front of her, "Why don't you ask your friend, that Demon, to make your armor? He's been at the Fourth Chronicle for weeks, and his blacksmithing skills are commendable, or three months wasn't enough for you, and you'll continue to walk around like a bum?"

Step.