Secret Training [1]

The scene shifted to Adrian's private training hall, the one that had once belonged to his father. Wooden magic dummies stood at the ready, about five of them arranged in a loose formation.

"Five should be alright for the beginning," he muttered taking a steadying breath, setting his gaze on the five wooden dummies. He knew each one was enchanted with reactive spells—designed to respond to his presence and simulate attacks based on his proximity. Each would strike at random, forcing him to stay alert and constantly move.

And each of them had an equal power to a Lunar Adept physical type Awakener.

"Start!" he called.

The first dummy lurched forward, its wooden arm swinging toward him. Adrian sidestepped, feeling the rush of air as he narrowly avoided the hit. The second dummy pivoted, launching a swift jab.

He ducked, barely slipping past it.