Worst of The Worst
[Two Days Later, Two and A Half Weeks From The Opening of the "Tower"]
"Hoh! You're motivated today, aren't you?!"
Korain smiled, though it was a pressed expression as he was forced to block the incoming, swift strikes from the young man's pair of wooden daggers.
They were in the abandoned warehouse just a block from the hotel, filled only by the noises of their boots squeaking against the concrete flooring while they danced in the mock battle.
"Something like that," he replied between breaths.
Even though they used wooden weapons for training, it was still taken seriously. For one, there wouldn't be much of a point in the exercise if it was taken with a grain of salt, and another was–
"Yow!"
Korain winced, rearing his hand back as the fingers that wrapped around the handle of his wood-made claymore were smacked.
It was unsurprisingly painful to be smacked by wood that was being swung at superhuman levels of strength.