242 Training

Two months had gone by while I trained under Omega's watchful eyes. All I did were breathing exercises before sunrise, sword fighting in the evening, and difficult chores from midday until sunset. He'd have me carry heavy barrels of ale Cicero brewed in his basement and deliver them to the farthest inn in the Commercial District. 

To top it all, I had to do each delivery in under an hour. Walking from one end of the Commercial District to the other usually takes an hour and a half. He refused to give me any further instructions had I not achieved his impossible task. I had six hours between midday and sunset. I had to deliver six heavy barrels. 

If I failed, I'd have to do it all over again the next day. If I failed for seven consecutive days, three barrels will be added to my count. Two months had passed. I was already at thirty barrels. Oh, I had grown stronger, strong enough to carry two barrels at once, but it wasn't enough.